Sometimes I feel like my life isn't busy enough or interesting enough to actually blog. Or maybe I'm not a good enough story teller. Fact. I guess there's always the possibility that my life is too scandalous to be posting all over the internet. Bingo! Found a winner. Not.
Anyway, I was just thinking about the people in my life and how special they are and how special they make me feel. I like people who make me feel special. Strange, right? But really, I'm surrounded by some amazing people who make me laugh til I snort, who give up time and energy for me and who hug me like they will never let go. I love that. I think I love hugs more than I like firetrucks...or puppies...and I really love puppies. There's just something about a good strong hug that makes my heart swell and I feel like a cartoon with hearts popping up all around my head, no matter who it is. But back to the point, I don't know how I became so lucky to have the people in my life that I do, who trust me with their amazing stories, let me into their lives, encourage me when I'm having a bad day and of course, give wonderful hugs.
They all have such big, beautiful hearts.