Loves

Maybe the reason I'll always love Valentine's Day...

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...is because growing up there was no better reason to celebrate our immediate family unit.

We had red and pink themed dinners where everyone was in charge of a course. 

Sesame shrimp. Red bell peppers filled with assorted somethings (I remember looking at it in disgust (I was seven, maybe?) and being introduced to the term antioxidants). Apples. Pink frosted cookies. 

And we always got a Valentine's gift. Nothing fancy. Nothing flashy. 

But perfection indeed. 

So when mine came in the mail today. I pulled out each piece and set them on my dresser. Though, I did peek in the red box. And as I suspected...cookies. Now, let me level with you. My mom makes the best sugar cookies. I've heard others make this proclamation and perhaps they're good, but my mother's frosting puts her over the edge. The best frosting. Best. I scoff at store bought frosting--yes, occasionally it hits the spot, but then you taste my mother's and you start to mourn for those who have only ever known the kind that comes in a can. 

So I had one cookie. 

Mmmmm.

And then put the others in the freezer for safe storage.





I feel so loved.

Why I love my family: Reason number 3,342.

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At one point, when we were all together this past January, we had a ten-minute discussion as to whether we prefer to fold or crumple our toilet paper before using it.

Think about it.

I myself prefer the folding method. Funny, since I do almost nothing else the civilized way.

Another thing I love? Okay, here goes...

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I read these words and thought, yes--that is what I want in my life more than anything else.


"Bashert is a Yiddish term that means finding one's preordined soul mate. Because it is a union created in heaven, even if all the forces of the world were to conspire against the meeting, it would still take place."


From Once Again to Zelda by Marlene Wagman-Geller. 

I love organic cake in the shape of male genitalia.

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And the celebration of impending nuptials.

Erica, a very dear and beautiful classmate from Juilliard, is getting married next Friday to her long time love (and Peter Parker lookalike). 

I love weddings. I love everything about them. That's the hopeless romantic in me--I can't think of anything more beautiful than two people standing in front of their friends and family and having the courage to say, this is the person I want--the person I promise--to spend the rest of my life with. 

I'll be sure to post pictures following next week's celebration. 

Oh yes, February is the month of love indeed.