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April 9, 2017. 10:30pm

As you can see (or haven’t seen because no one probably checks this unless I promote it) I skipped a post again this week.

See, I’ve found it difficult to write about anything these current days. It’s not that I don’t have anything to say. Honestly, it’s quite the opposite. I have so much to say, but yet there is so much that I’m just not at liberty to discuss.

Building Lives While Building Love; When Parenting Meets Dating.

If I told you all the full story of how Mr. Right and I came to be a couple, you probably wouldn’t believe me. It’s so intricate; so many twists and turns. So many details go into the story that it almost seems cinematic. But it’s true; we ended up as a couple. Just yesterday we celebrated a year anniversary. And in honor of that, I thought I’d share a little bit of my experience juggling a new relationship with parenting for the first time.

Enough.

This all started with a video that popped up on my Facebook Timeline. Truthfully, I think that’s how most things start these days, but that’s a post for another Thursday.

Anyways. The video. You can watch it here.

Little Boss.

Let me first start this post off by explaining something that will make everything that follows this a whole heck of a lot more sense: We are a girl family.

Park Adventures!

Mr. Right hates this photo. He says it gives him “spaghetti legs”. But I, on the contrary, love it.

Thursdays.

When I was younger, one of my favorite expressions was “an organized mess”. Even as a child, I found complexity both intriguing, and (in it’s own unique way) beautiful. I longed to be deeper than those around me, strove to be something that someone had to “figure out”. I wanted to be abstruse, to be a puzzle that someone wanted to solve.

And so became my fascination with organized messes. My room was one, my car was one, my life was one. I convinced myself the boys I met were one, and that with the right sense of wit and dedication, I could unravel them and find what was underneath.

Here Goes Nothin…

Why.

It’s a question I ask myself a million times a day. Rhetorically, sarcastically, for clarification. You name it, I probably do it.

I’ve been an inquisitive person for as long as I can remember. It’s just the nice way of saying I was a nosy child, a nosy teenager, and now try really hard not to be a nosy adult. I just like to know why.

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“And who am I? That’s one secret I’ll never tell … You know you love me. XOXO, Gossip Girl”

Haha, kidding. Kinda.