It’s finally Friday and I’m writing from what my husband has officially named my “writing corner.” He took the other half of his home office and turned it into a cozy little nook just for me after noticing how much I actually love writing my blogs. One day it was an empty wall and the next there was a soft chair, a cute desk, and all the little details that make it feel like a hug in physical form. And then today after work he casually mentioned a trip to Best Buy only to come home with a MacBook for me. My desk is officially set up, my corner is complete, and I swear he’s the most thoughtful, loving man in the world. Proof that chivalry is very much alive in 2025.
If I’m being honest I’m tired. Like on my feet all day and I can feel it in my soul kind of tired. But this right here unwinding, slipping into cozy pajamas, lighting a candle, and writing these little love letters to the internet is exactly what I look forward to every Friday night. I write them for fun (mostly) but I secretly hope my future daughter reads them and learns to hold her standards beautifully high and my son learns how to love a woman with the softest hands and the strongest heart.
It’s officially fall and I swear you can actually smell it in the air, a little cinnamon. Like the whole world is already preheating for pumpkin season. The romcoms are queued, the candles are flickering, and the boots and chunky sweaters are sitting patiently on standby like they’ve been waiting all year for their big moment.
Our Great Pyrenees has been practically vibrating with excitement. Cold weather is her love language and she’s clearly ready for her main character era.
And honestly same.
I’m ready for fall dates, cozy mornings and my seasonal comfort shows. For pumpkin spice lattes and nights spent baking something sweet while singing along to my very girly playlist that makes me feel like I’m the main character of my own romcom. For dessert recipes, twinkle lights, and the unofficial start of the holiday season.
Oh and in extremely important big girl news I finally got a Costco membership.
Do I need anything? Absolutely not. Will I let the samples convince me otherwise? Without a doubt. This weekend is already giving sushi, Costco strolls, and “just a quick look” at Target’s fall decor section (which we all know is code for at least one ceramic pumpkin).
So here we are:
One cozy little blog corner built by the man I love.
One tired but very happy heart.
One fluffy cold weather loving dog.
And me smelling fall in the air, twirling in my pajamas, and falling in love with life all over again.
