I'm not usually the traditional type, but there's something undeniably romantic about a dozen roses being delivered to you at work.
Dear Mom, I'm so glad you're here! Here's hoping this visit holds us over until Christmas. Dear Snow, You were gorgeous this morning. I'll be perfectly fine if we continue to get snow just like that all year. Dear BC, You're sassy, and the roses were embarrassing. It's a good thing you're nice. Dear Grad School, The light at the end of the tunnel seems to be shrinking. Just keep swimming...Dear Self, The fact that you stop at least once a day and think "I can't believe I get to live here!" speaks volumes about how right this decision was. There's beauty and lightness in this season of your life- embrace it.