epiphany on love.

You know that Ingrid Michaelson song? The one that was on that Grey's episode a while back; the one about snow. This one:


I was listening to it yesterday and had to stop my car because it hit me.

I love snow.
Snow melts.

But it doesn't matter how many times it melts or summer comes around, I still love snow.

It's almost like the snow being gone makes me appreciate it more.

Well, shouldn't love be the same way? It's supposed to be soft and quiet and unexpected.
It's supposed to shock and awe you.

Yes, sometimes it's going to fade. Sometimes the wind is going to blow it away.

But we shouldn't waste all our time being upset that it melted.
We should just be excited that it's going to come again. Maybe this time it will come faster and harder. And maybe this time it will stay longer.

Maybe this time you will be better prepared.

I'm trying to focus on the happy 'maybe's in life.

I've been waiting for midnight.

Guys, I'm thankful that I still haven't been forced to see the last Twilight movie. (Or any of the other Twilight movies.)

I'm grateful for electric blankets since I still haven't coerced a certain male into cuddling with me.

I'm thankful that I'm not a vegetarian, because rib eye steak.

I'm grateful for Target; especially their clearance sections.

I'm thankful that my brother said today that he's happy I was born. That's practically him saying he loves me.

I'm grateful for brownies and mint chocolate chip ice cream.

And I'm thankful for Gerard Butler's bum and face and biceps. And the parts in between too.
And that wasn't meant to sound scandalous...

What are you thankful for?