Monthly Archives: September 2014

Plane rides done right

After a wonderful couple weeks at Burning Man, we packed up and are now on our way to South America. I am sitting on the plane (2 out of 3) smelling the yummy food being heated. My tummy is growly so I must be hungry. Michael is sleeping in my lap. Luckily, we got the whole row so he could spreaIMG_8188d out. That happened on the last flight too but I took my turn sleeping between San Francisco and San Salvador. It certainly is a long trek down to Buenos Aires taking more than 26 hours but that is the price you pay for getting good deals on tickets. Besides, Avianca ain’t so bad. They feed you for free and that is a major plus in my books.


There is nothing like gliding through the baby blue expanse, high above the clouds nibbling on a hot buttered bun and sipping wine. No matter how bad the food may be (insert random joke about bad airplane food), I will never tire of dining among the stars.
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The Long Way

20140907_214515When we got near Buenos Aires, there was a pretty intense storm. I had my face stuck to the window to capture the beauty of it all. I was slightly surprised that we were flying right into it but strangely, I wasn’t scared. I guess I was too excited to be feeling anything else. I have been thinking about coming back here for quite a while. But only in the last few months was the feeling very very strong. I am not sure why but I just needed to come back. And stay a while. A week wouldn’t do. No, I had to revisit my life here. I am so glad to be bringing Michael. It’s a completely different feeling traveling with someone. And right now, I need his moral support.

When I liv20140908_172930ed here almost a decade ago, I was a different person. At least I think I was. I feel like the places that have defined me have been the ones that have most challenged me. And Argentina was the best and the worst, in so many ways. I knew before I landed the first time that I would stay here for a while. I wasn’t sure why but I just knew I would stop moving from place to place and take a rest. I had been traveling non—stop for three years. So it was time for a break. Some part of me knew it was home. At least for a while.

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The Best Bed and Breakfast in Buenos Aires

IMG_8328Well, the more things change, the more they stay the same. I had been listening to Flor telling me how things were so different now and that it wasn’t as safe here. She told me to be very careful and I faintly remembered hearing the same words the last time I came. This time I asked whether either of them had been held up or had crime done to them. They both said no. I am sure that with common sense I will be fine, I assured her. Besides, I have Michael here now and he is my protector.

We finally made it near the microcentro and I started recognizing streets and parks. It was not so different at all! The rain just would’t let up so we had a quick goodbye and we waited in the doorway for our AirBnB host to let us in. Though the walk (sprint) to the doorway was just a few feet, I got drenched. When Gus answered the door, he whisked us in out of the terrible storm. Since we had arrived so early, our room wasn’t ready yet but he graciously let us rest in his living room for the morning. We had intended just to drop off our bags and go walk around the neighborhood but that was not in the cards. The storm was ferocious and would not let us even think about stepping foot out there. Instead we laid down on the L shaped couch and I watched the rapid fire lightening until I drifted off to sleep.IMG_8322

A few hours later, we woke up and found that the storm had gone and so had Gus. We waited in the living room and I noticed Gus’s good taste. He was meticulous with his belongings and everything seemed to have a place. I had read good reviews about Gus on AirBnB and so far it was all true. A short while later, Gus showed up and said that our room was ready. He took us across the hall to another condo which he had converted into a Bed and Breakfast. I was so impressed with his ingunuity to have such a cool guesthouse that still allowed him his own space. Brilliant!IMG_8324

Gus showed us our room which happened to be the best of the three, and I was so relieved. It was better than in the pictures! How often does that happen? He spent time explaining the area and how he had gotten there. It was a great story and I was inspired to someday do the same thing. He really enjoys his guests and makes them feel at home. He took the little chalkboard off our door and wrote our names on it and where we were from. I glanced at the others and there was a German Thomas and two guys from Venesula. It was so cozy and sweet…very well kept. When he finally left us to settle in, I flopped on the comfy bed and exhaled. Finally, I’m back.

Grateful for hospitality, good honest reviews, space heaters, home made medialunas, and drying off.

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The Dolar Blue

The cool thing about traveling to Argentina right now is the underground economy. The official rate is 8.4 pesos to the US dollar, but the Dolar Blue is at 14.35 and rising! This makes the peso very lucrative for people with USD. It’s not legal, per say, but everyone who has dollars uses the touts who shout, whisper or advertise cambio in someway. It seems very common and makes it much more affordable to buy anything from food to clothes to rent. In fact, we chose to wait to rent a place longer-term until we arrived in Buenos Aires. This way our chances were higher to be able to pay in pesos. With most online apartment rental companies and even AirBnB, only allow payment in USD. Everyone here is crazy about the dollar and the locals will do just about anything to get them.20140909_145713

In the short time we have been here the Dolar Blue has gone up almost $0.50 which is alot when you are exchanging thousands of dollars. Luckily, I have friends here who helped me exchange my dollars for pesos at one of their reputable cambios. We ended up getting a rate of 14 pesos for the dollar and I felt rich! Suddenly things were almost half-price. The very next day it went up 10 cents and it’s been going up daily.

I don’t really understand how it is going to continue or how the locals can live in this very split economy, but it sure makes living here very cheap if you have the wanted currency. The downside is that though there are tons of places to rent, almost all of them want their rent paid by dollar. That is the only currency they will take. We knew we would have to go house hunting in a few days but for now I had booked us our space to get settled.


I tried to sleep for a little while but Michael just felt antsy to go out and about. I didn’t want to go anywhere without having pesos and we had to wait for Flor to do the exchange. Luckily she was quite fast and we met her at the nearby mall to get our take. It ended up being quite a lot of bills and we felt quite rich. After giving Flor the Nerf Gun she had asked for for her little brother, we parted ways and we went to explore.

After we stashed most of our bills safely at home, we went out for a walk. Michael was starving, as usual, so we were on the hunt for food. I kind of knew the area but I still felt a bit turned around. I just couldn’t find my sense of direction. I knew that if I got to my old house, I would know where I was. So that is what we tried to find…

Grateful for locals, Dolar Blue, having connections, and feeling at home.


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The Old Neighborhood

So we wa20140909_153805ndered the streets and I got lost. I knew we were close but I kept taking shortcuts that ended up putting us in the wrong direction. Michael was patient even though he was starving. We ran into a random empanada shop and got a small snack. An empanada is a flaky pocket of pastery filled with meats, cheeses, or any other number of fillings. They were yummy except that they were a bit cold in the middle so the cheese didn’t quite melt. Otherwise they were a great introduction to what we would be eating over the next few weeks. Empanadas are everywhere in Buenos Aires and are cheap and filling.20140909_161636 2

Finally we turned a corner and there was the park that I spent so much time staring down into. Park Guemes was dirtier than I remember but the big jagged statue was the same. They also have a bike share program here and this is one of the stations.

We stopped for a minute as I reminisced. The restaurant across the street where we had so many meals and where I had banana splits for breakfast after a long nights of partying. I walked to the building I spent a year caged up in. I looked up at the room that I spent all my days waiting for my boyfriend to come home. It was a great year of heavy partying but I didn’t learn Spanish and I didn’t make many friends. I was very isolated. Don’t get me wrong, I was there by my own choice. I thought I was in love.

It was a great year and it was a horrible year. But I grew a lot and learned so much about myself. In the end when we broke up, I crashed and burned. I became anorexic, contemplated plastic surgery, and was very self-destructive. I was a mess.20140909_123152

But I picked myself up. And I finally found my own way. I moved in my own apartment, got a job, learned Spanish, and made my own friends. I really went deep inside myself and found out who I really was. And not until I was better, physically, emotionally, and spiritually, would I let myself go back to Canada.

I guess you could say it was a really transformative time. So this place holds a special place in my heart. I looked up at my old place and felt grateful for the times I had there. I walked down the streets that I had walked up and down so many times, to the grocery store we used to shop, and to the mall we used to visit. Nothing was different. But nothing was the same.

Grateful for bravery.

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The New Memories

Down the street from my old house, I found the little crustless sandwiches I used to love and I bought one to share with Michael. It waIMG_8351s the ham and pineapple one and he loved it! Then we wandered up and down Santa Fe just as I did a decade ago. The streets were crowded with people coming from work and I began to feel a little overwhelmed. We turned on our cross street towards the BnB, and I remembered that Michael was still hungry. He is usually quite vocal about it but today he was being very gracious and letting me lead the way.

Just a couple blocks from Gus’s BnB, we stumbled upon a cute little diner on the corner. It was a perfect place to grab a drink, eat some food, and people watch. It wasn’t very busy inside so we got the table for two right by the front window. The waiter was kind and patient when we tried to speak to him in our broken Spanish. We asked him what was best and he recommended the empanadas. We ordered one of each of the four flavors they offered and couple of cokes. They were playing good music that I knew. I began to decompress a bit and was able to r20140909_173450 2elax.

I watched the people on the street and noticed that most of them were wearing black. One thing that is different is the garbage cans everywhere. This is a great new feature and it did seem that most people were using them. Also it doesn’t seem like there are so many people smoking anymore. Before it was incredible how the whole city seemed to smoke. So we finished our food and paid our bill, then walked the short block home.

IMG_8355On our way, we found a Coto supermarket. Knowing that Michael would be hungry again in a couple hours, we stepped in. We bought some of my old favorites, more empanadas, and a bottle of wine. The wine here is so cheap! It would be a crime not to drink it.

After that we went home and slept the best sleep in a long time.

Grateful for making new memories in old places.

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Inspiration and True Love

IMG_7797She said: This is inspired. I have to tell this story as much as I need to make these cards. So you may be wondering why it took this long for someone to come up with Burning Man Tarot, and who better to create them, but the Rangers! Well, there is more to this story. Mickey. What kind of playa name is that? He is Michael to me. The only time he hears “Mickey” out of my mouth is when we are on ranger radio.

So LOVE is a pretty big deal to me. I held out for a long time because I BELIEVE. I have had my heart smashed IMG_7980into a thousand pieces and there is no way I am going to let that happen again. I have had a really hard time understanding love in this life. I knew it existed and saw it all around me, but I had convinced myself true love wasn’t in the cards for me. Never-mind. I had a million other things. So what if I didn’t have a partner, a soulmate, my ONE. I decided I would be enough.

Enter: Ranger Mickey. He was a hot mess. This guy was definitely no threat to me and there was certainly no risk of me falling in love with him. Something about him though…scared me. And I am the type of woman who confronts her fears. At least I wanted to understand it. So I hung around him for a while, we rangered together. As a ranger pair, we made a good team. I could pull 20 hour shifts. No problem. He challenged me. We kept each others EGO in check. I couldn’t understand why I wanted to be around someone who was so annoying. It was pure INSANITY. I spent practically the whole week glued by his side and then ran away with barely a goodbye.

Look, most of my life I have been blessed with great insight (some people call it luck), but this is one I would have never guessed. Two years lIMG_7687ater, I am still in a bit of shock. But I am learning about love now. It’s way different than I thought it should be. It’s messy and confusing and scary and real. It’s easy to be brave when you have nothing to lose.

I have been engaged twice in my life and both times I realized it was a mistake shortly after saying yes. So a few months ago, Michael proposed and I have said yes in my heart but my head isn’t sure. Is YES the right answer? Is he the one? My ONE?

So my burn was already set up to go well as I had asked friends to mail me on playa. I would send them some playa dust in return. So several people complied and I was getting mail every other day. Anyone who really knows me knows how much I love mail. It’s like instant happy for meIMG_7640 and the mailman is my friend. Infact, Ranger Mailman is a close friend of ours and he was our neighbor this year on playa. I am facinated by mail and when I get anything, even bills or flyers, it makes my whole day. I even made a mailbox!

One fine sunny Tuesday in Black Rock City, Michael and I decided to dress up and go for a walk. We were not to work the whole day. This is a big deal. Anyone who knows Ranger Mickey knows that he is always on duty. He doesn’t know how to not work at Burning Man. He always has a radio or two or three. Mr. Radio prides himself on answering almost every “radio check.” Well, he finally met his match. It wasn’t too hard to convince him. Today was our two year annivIMG_7752ersary. No laminates, no radios, no khaki, nothing except for a tutu, a parasol, and a third eye.

We wandered through the streets and found all sorts of treats. We had fresh coffee which I got for only a kiss which I chose to give to my love. Poor Michael spun the wheel and had to twerk for his espresso. He looked confused but he learned quite quickly when someone demonstrated. We were stopped by a guy with wagon and he made us a fresh mojito in the middle of the road. Then we found our lost Timmy’s cup that we had just  gotten in Canada. We thought it was gone forever! It was shaping up to be a great day indeed.


We decided to go meet the Man and the souk that surrounded him. We had watched it all being built all week and even did stick duty for a short while. It would be great to see how it all came together now.

The tents were bustling with visitors and wanderers and people watchers. Each tent offered something different from games to crafts to manicures to libraries of books. Every one way practicing gifting in their own way. I got a new scarf that matched my skirt exactly when I retold a favorite burning man story from my first year. It was a magical tale that I had forgotten and it was a special treat to retell it. I felt emotional as I remembered what the playa can do, when you allow it.


We ran into our old friend Sergio near the Canadian tent. I always run into him at the strangest times. Interestingly, I just realized, I met him the same day that I first met Michael. Sergio shared that he was going on a journey, an adventure through Spain that he had been dreaming about as long as I have known him. It made my heart happy to hear that he felt encouraged by my travels. I know how traveling can change someone so I was glad to see him before he left. I can’t even imagine what stories he will come back with.


Next, we decided to take a break and rest our weary feet. The red tent we chose was quiet and cool with a mellow vibe. We took off our shoes at the door and found a couple of plump pillows on the floor to sit on. I surveyed my surroundings and noticed someone reading cards, another giving a massages, and even an oxygen bar!

I could tell that Michael felt a little out of place being quite a skeptic of new age-y things and clearly this was out of his scientific scope. I picked up the magic 8-ball that was on the low table in front of us. I playfully shook it and asked Michael to think of a question. As it turns out, he didn’t know how it worked so I had to teach him. “It only knows how to answer YES or NO questions,” I helped him gently. I could tell he thought it was rather silly. For a second, I felt self conscious when I felt his doubt of such a foolish toy and then I remembered, he has the mind of an engineer. It was not his fault. He just needed to be shown how to believe in the power of intention.

I remembered the days long ago when I used to play with my cards and listened to what they said. I understood the guidance that thIMG_7764ey offered when I gave them the chance. I wondered when I had last played with my beloved Angel cards and felt a sudden need to touch them. I always have them with me but haven’t used them in ages. I began to feel sad for the loss when suddenly, the card reader became free. I jumped up and informed Michael quite purposefully that I was going to have my cards read. Without giving him a chance to react, I was sitting in front of the beautiful young lady. She told me her name was Mallory and I felt instantly comfortable with her. I realized that she would not scare Michael with her down to earth energy, so I asked him to come and join us. I could tell he felt a little shy but curiosity won as sat down to watch this strange ritual.

It was a simple reading. Chose ONE card from the 44 Goddess cards. Just one. That doesn’t leave a lot of room for interpretation. I had my question but dare I ask it? What if my fears are real? What if this love isn’t what I think it is? I decided to face my fear and abandon all my doubts. It was our anniversary, after all. Surely, I had to ask whether HE was the ONE. And I decided that I would listen to what the cards told me. I put all my energy and faith into my shuffling the thick deck. I asked with my whole heart, and I know that when you come from a pure place, the truth always appears.


When I felt my question in all my heart and soul, I gave her the cards back, properly ordered to give me direction. She spread out the cards before me and I knew exactly where to go. I plucked my answer from the cards, and looked at it with anticipation. “True Love”, was the card I chose. I felt overwhelmed with joy. It was such a clear and direct answer. There was no question what it meant. I felt tears pushing behind my eyes with relief that I was in fact on the right path. I was so excited, that it was clear what it meant to me and what I had asked. Mallory looked at me with a knowing smile.

I asked Michael if he wanted to pick card, since it was so easy. He agreed to try it though he had never had a reading before in his life. I was so excited for him to take a step towards believing in gifts from the universe that you can’t quite explain. But what happened next blew me away. After he shuffled his cards for a long time he said he had his question. When he tried to chose a card from the spread Mallory laid before him, theIMG_7806 card he wanted seemed to jump away from him. He really had to work at getting it (stubborn), as it wasn’t going to come easy. He dug around at it and finally got ahold of it, trying to hide in the other cards. I was slightly embarrassed for him but amused that he had so much trouble picking a card. I was also proud of him for being so determined and knowing that was the card for him. If he didn’t care, I suppose he would have just grabbed easier one.

When he turned the elusive card over, it was none other than “True Love”. Exactly the card I had chosen a few minutes ago. I couldn’t believe it. And now I did start to cry a little, just feeling so overwhelmed by the perfection of it all. I didn’t have to worry anymore. I had put my faith in the energy of the Goddess and believed that we had channeled a divine moment. And now Michael was also inspired. He was so shocked but elated! What are the chances? I am sure he didn’t care at this moment as he looked as amazed as I felt. I know he hasn’t had any doubts, not from day one. But he could see that I struggled. And now I could tell that he felt we had passed a milesstone.


I told Mallory that it is our anniversary today and what this means for me and us. I hugged her and thanked her profusely and asked her about her experience with this art, as she is clearly gifted. She told us she was just a beginner with reading cards. She confessed that didn’t even have her own deck, that these cards belonged to someone else. She said she was going to get some right away once she got home.


Immediately I knew I had to give her my Angel cards. It was the same strong feeling I have had in the past when there was no if ands or buts. I question most things, just to be sure, but in these moments, its a strong knowing. Even if I don’t understand it or want to, I have to do it. I asked her when she would be there again and she told me she only had one more shift left. I found out where she was camped just in case I missed her. I didn’t tell her why but I said I would see her again soon. I was a little bit sad to have to give up my favorite cards that I had used for so long and had traveled all around the world with me. But I knew it was the right thing to do. Besides, I had bought those cards for myself and cards work better when they are gifted.


As we walked back home, I was walking on air. All the doubt that I had allowed to cloud my intuition and knowing, had disappeared. I felt like my first year on the playa, when I had mystical moments of wonder every day. It was common then because I believed in it, and couldn’t imagine life without it. We walked hand in hand and I felt like I was beaming brighter than the sun. Finally, I get True Love.

We found a bowling alley in the middle of the playa our way home, so we decided to have a game. And I ended up getting a strike! One ball and I knocked them all down. I am not a great bowler, especially not on a wooden bowling alley covered in dust. I figured it was just my luck…and I remembered that we make our luck. I don’t know if I could get any higher. I was winning today.

As we had our anniversary dinner in the commissary, where we had met, we talked about how today could not have gone better if we had planned it. The food was amazing that day, the pot roast was so tender and the potatoes were just right with the salty gravy. After we ate, we went home and relaxed from the perfect day. It was a special day that I will never forget.


IMG_7816I realize the word “Magic” doesn’t make sense for alot of people. They perhaps related to something negative as illusion or trickery. I don’t think of it that way all though I understand how it could feel that way if you were programmed that way since a child, as I was. It took a long time to get over clumsy wording. I was taught “magic” or anything mystical was wrong and evil and would lead to my destruction. (Some organized religions can be very stifling and discouraging if you don’t fit into their mold) What a terrible feeling when I realized so young that a deep part of me was considered evil and dangerous. I suppressed it for years and felt like secretly, I was bad.


Then I went away from what I knew and all the people who had taught it to me. I left and traveled around the world, where I learned, I was just fine. Infact, I was awesome! I learned about “sychronycity”, a word which was more acceptable. So over the years, I embraced my “intuition” and noticed the many schronycities. But now I know its all the same thing. “Synchronicity is defined by Jung as a meaningful coincidence of an external event with a psychic event, such as a dream, fantasy, or thought. These events coincide in time in a way that gives them meaning for the observer. That is, they seem like communications between a divine force and ourselves, and they confirm that there is a connection or interaction between our psyche and physical reality.”

The story seems like it should end here, doesn’t it? But no, there is more. Of course, there is more! I promised you inspiration.


The next day, I got a message that a package had arrived at the post office for me. We were working and decided to stop by on our rounds of the city. I had been expecting a package from Leanne, a dear friend who I connected with years ago at a festival in Canada. We were both spinning flags and hit it off instantly. I love her so much but really haven’t spent enough time with her. She is the kind of friend that I can feel 1000 miles away, she is very strong in her energy. So I was curious to know what she had sent me. When I got the box, I could barely open it fast enough. And you’ll never guess what was inside? Some sage, a crystal, and a brand new set of exactly the Angel cards that I was about to gift to Mallory. The playa provides.

So, after some doing, I did finally find Mallory’s camp but no Mallory. I decided to leave the cards there for her at her tent. The gift was enough and it wasn’t meant for me to see her again. A true gift expects nothing in return. It was an honor to be able to gift a talented woman her first set of cards. I was so happy at the thought of her finding the cards and reading the note I wrote inside. My best playa gift so far, I am sure. It felt so divine.

This is our inspiration for creating the set of Playa Tarot cards. It is meant for me to learn the Tarot to sharpen my intuition and strengthen my belief in myself. Michael is learning to overcome his prejudice of all things mystical and unknown. Some thIMG_8064ings just can’t be explained. It’s important for us to spread the message that magic can and does happen, if we allow it. And this is our way of letting you bring the power of the playa with you everywhere you go.


He said:

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Love is…25 months!

Love is surprise kisses on the escalator and at traffic lights.

Love is making promises…and keeping them.

Love is hearing “Not yet” twenty times, but never getting discouraged, never giving up.IMG_7244

Love is reminding him to change his shirt.

Love is thinking ahead and seeing him in all my dreams.

Love is what helps making commitments less scary.

Love is letting me have the heater on even when he is sweating up a storm.

IMG_8605Love is noticing when he needs something that is not necessary and not judging him for it.

Love is finding me the flowers that never seem to die.

Love is how he always opens the door AND buckles me in, no matter what kind of hurry we are in.

Love is hearing me, even when I don’t remember saying it out loud.

Love is making my toothbrush for me every night.

Love is giving me choices. Because I need to have choices.

Love is supporting each other even when we don’t agree.

Love is trying. And not giving up.

IMG_7980Love is making time to play.

Love is not rubbing it in when I am wrong.

Love is letting pick my side of the bed when ever we go somewhere new.

Love is always saying please and thank you and being polite to each other.

Love is finding someone to travel with who is adventurous as me.

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Love is worrying when he is gone too long and crying with relief when he comes back.

Love is inspiring silliness in each other.

Love is never getting angry at my “tests”.

Love is embracing my inner Crumella, even though she can be so crummy.

Love is being able to throw my clothes on the floor immediately when we get in the door because I know he will pick them up with out complaining so long as I am comfortable.

Love is protecting me from the pushy people. Or protecting them from me.

Love is never judging my strange (but more efficient) ways of doing things.

Love is learning how to trust.

10338345_10154181014875175_3173644521875535165_nLove is making sure I am hydrated.

Love is saying Yes and meaning it.

Love is feeling bad when I am too harsh.

Love is letting him have my radio.

Love is overcoming those pesky trigger issues together.

Love is remembering how I like it and recreating it for me next time, before I even have to ask.

Love is reminding me that its ok not to know.

Love is finding someone who inspires me to be a better person.

Love is adjusting my whole life because I can’t imagine him not in it.

imageLove is taking turns encouraging each other when there is doubt.

Love is when you feel proud to hold his hand.

Love is worrying about him more than I worry about me.

Love is letting me have all the middles while he eats all the crusts.

Love is discovering a better side that I didn’t know existed.

Love is us both remembering the same little details that most people would forget.

Love is waking me up from my bad dreams.

Love is not wanting to be apart for long.

Love is finding my inner goddess and being encouraged to express her.

Love is playing games together. And not having to win every time.20131216_131501

Love is being comfortable with being confused sometimes.

Love is not perfect and is quite messy at times.

Love is remembering to be grateful.

Love is having a good sense of self but wanting to share everything with each other.

Love is knowing you will never run out stories to tell each other because you help each other remember.

20130407_161954 (1)Love is understanding and indulging my bizarre obsession with cats.

Love is taking the day off together.

Love is forgetting about all the “reasons” you had to be angry.

Love is squeezing my hand when he feels I am nervous.

Love is taking the time to celebrate together.

Love is when he lets me be the DJ and professes to love my musical taste.

Love is remembering your anniversary.

Love is trusting that I know where I am going and letting me lead the way.

Love is letting him have the better seat so he can have the full experience.IMG_2114

Love is being treated like a Princess.

Love is taking risks.

Love is taking candid photos taking photos of each other to capture special moments.

Love is finding him in a crowd of people and suddenly feeling safe.

Love is admiring his body and how he moves.

Love is always learning from each other.

Love is knowing that this is not going to end anytime soon.

Love is somehow getting past the unforgivable.

Love is accepting the past and letting it go.

Love is being able to be myself and feel good about it.

Love is believing in each other.1186718_10153168878780175_185327846_n

Love is 25 months that feel like a lifetime.

Happy anniversary Hunnybunny!

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