“Value yourself. The only people who appreciate a doormat are people with dirty shoes.” - Leo F. Buscaglia
Lunch With My Grandma
I didn't grow up with much, but I was rich in other ways. My cup overflowed from the love my grandma had for me. I spent several weekends at my dad's parent's house throughout my childhood. I never complained about visiting, because they had a basement full of toys. I'd attend Mass on Sundays and eat donuts with them afterward. When we'd get back to their house, we'd eat lunch together. Everyone had a designated seat when we ate any meal at the dining room table.
What Makes a House a Home?
We built this home. Every day, we collected our hopes and dreams to create our foundation. We spent so many nights watching our TV shows together. We spent mornings drinking coffee and eating chocolate chip pancakes on the living room table. We spent many drunken nights and hungover mornings here. I told you my deepest secrets on the bathroom floor. You broke my heart at the front door. We stacked up laughter, adventures, love, and memories to form these four walls.
To the Man Who Loves Me Next
For as long as I can remember, I have been a hopeless romantic. I love to be loved and to give love in return. And because of this, I have found myself in more heartbreaking circumstances than I care to admit. I have given my love to men who were not able to love me in return. My poor heart has been battered and broken. To the man who loves me next, as much as I want to give my love to you, please don't hurt me.
Quick Tips for Moving On
I look at you, and I know you've been hurt. I can see the pain in your eyes even when you wear your breathtaking smile on your beautiful face. I know you want to move on, but you're afraid your heart will catch fire for someone new because you were burned too many times. Your walls are not meant to keep people out. Instead, those walls are meant to keep your heart in since it has a history of following your significant others blindly.
But I Stuck Around
In our beginning, he was the greatest guy I could only have in my dreams. He would do all the little things, like holding the door open for me, opening my car door, laughing at my jokes—even if they weren't funny, give me his jacket when I was cold, and cuddle me to sleep. Those moments were significant to me.
Advice from My Dad
I grew up in the foster care system, but I had a relationship with my birth father. I would see him sometimes during visitations when my foster parents would take me to see him. There was a time before foster care when my parents were still together when I was a daddy's girl. I used to want to grow up to be just like my dad.
I miss you. All. The. Time. I miss the way you made me feel like I was coming home whenever I saw you. I miss the way your hair looked after a good night's sleep. I miss how you would push up your glasses at the bridge of your nose with your pointer finger and how you would scrunch your nose when you did so.