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I don’t want us to be those parents who never act romantic in front of their children. I want our kids to learn how to really love somebody because we lead by example. So kiss me in the kitchen while I’m pouring cereal, cuddle with me on the couch during family movie night, and hold my hand while we grocery shop.

Let’s show them what true love looks like, so when they find it for themselves they’ll never let it go.

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Distance sucks when all you want is to be laying on top of someone

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When you listen to a song you used to listen to ages ago and you get that weird as fuck spine chilling feeling as you remember how your life was at that point in time

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Ever since I can remember, I’ve loved you, even when I didn’t know you. I always knew that I would find you. And I’m not saying “you” as in just someone that I would meet, but I am saying “you” as in specifically you. I always knew that it would be you. The one that I would love like no one else,…

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All my life I have gone without knowing that I never knew what beauty was, that is until I met a wonderful girl named Caitlin. I know this sounds like something taken out of some really cheesy romantic movie but it’s true. I have never really been the type of guy to point out a girl in a crowd…

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This is my absolute favorite thing in the world

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Dear Cutie-Pie,
Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”
It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.
And I got angry.
Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”
Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)
If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.
Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be keptinterested, because he knows you are interesting:
I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.
I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.
I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.
I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.
I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.
I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.
I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.
In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:
Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.
Your eternally interested guy,
Happy International Women’s Day

"Working hard for something we don’t care about is called stress; working hard for something we love is called passion."
Simon Sinek  (via lillyfelizitas)

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It’s 5:21 in the morning and I am lying in bed wide awake. I can’t help but feel a sense of something missing, and then I realize it is you. I have slept by myself for years and suddenly, it doesn’t feel right. I yearn for the nights when you come home and I get to fall asleep in your arms. My head on your chest, your fingers running through my hair as you rub my head. The sense of security and knowing everything will be alright. Waking up in the morning to find you sound asleep, and I just sit there and stare at the handsome man I get to call my own. I just cannot wait to be done with school, when the distance is no longer, and we have a place to call our own. A place when I can fall asleep next to you, every single night.