It’s Friday night. There’s cheesecake in the fridge, my husband’s home, and I’m sitting here typing with a full heart and a slightly melted candle flickering next to me.
One week.
That’s how long this blog has been live.
Just seven days ago, I was hitting “publish” for the first time with shaky hands and a brain full of second guesses. I had no idea what I was doing truly none but I did it anyway. And honestly I’m kind of proud of that.
Building the blog was fun and slightly unhinged. There were moments I was fully romanticizing the process (like cue the montage music) and then others where I was ready to stage a full emotional breakdown over a crooked header. It’s been a journey but it’s mine and I love it.
I started this space because I wanted somewhere to pour all the cozy, chaotic, overly romantic thoughts in my head. I told myself even if only one person reads this that’s enough and I meant it. If you’re here whether by accident or because I sent you the link in a fit of enthusiasm (hi, probably my husband) thank you. You’re part of the story now.
This week has been weirdly lovely. I started a part-time job (no idea what I’m doing, again, are we sensing a theme?) and it’s been fun so far. Low pressure and high charm. I’ve been feeling like the cute background character in a Nancy Meyers movie half apron, half lip gloss, lots of coffee.
Tonight? Was one of those quiet nights that sneak up on you in the best way. We had dinner. I baked a lemon blueberry cheesecake (she cracked in the middle but we don’t body shame baked goods in this house), and then my husband and I got in the car and just drove. No plans. No destination. Just us, the road, and the kind of starry sky that makes your heart feel like it’s humming.
We found a little nowhere place to park and looked up at the stars for what felt like forever. It was quiet, still and achingly beautiful. The kind of moment that doesn’t need music or dialogue it just needs to be felt.
This morning was golden and calm and smelled like citrus and clean laundry. Nothing big happened. And somehow, everything did.
So here we are:
One week into this blog.
One very cracked cheesecake.
One spontaneous stargazing adventure.
And me still in love with the idea that life doesn’t have to be big to feel beautiful.
Yesssss!!❤️💕❤️💕