Hold On To This Kite.

What a night.

Sushi, Yogurtland,

Singing and Dancing...

among other things.

We're just fine. We're alright.

We are.

&

No matter what the future brings,

I want you to know:

I'll always believe in you.

-KH-

Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy.

You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs

and perfect moments that you find only in movies.

You expect him to always say the right thing,

and always know exactly how you feel,

or exactly how to react to it.

You expect him to calm you down when you're yelling

or to chase you when you run away.

You expect so much that you feel entirely,

and utterly defeated when something doesn't

exactly match up with all your plans.

But that's the thing, love isn't a plan.

It doesn't have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end

or visible finish line to those deeply in it.

Love happens, and it is so incredibly messy.

This is an INCREDIBLE friend:

Surprising me at work with my favorite Bodyfactory Smoothie

(with a wonderful personal message written on it).

It's the little things that matter the most.

I'm going to be extra nerdy

and save the cup. Maybe use it as a pencil holder?

Something clever like that.

Dinner with the girls tonight.

Can't wait!