Danced. Napped. Ate. Strolled. Watched movies. Studied (but far less than I should’ve). Talked. Loved. Played. Joked. Laughed.
Prayed.
Dear God, thank you for all my blessings.
Something I realized: I’ve been looking for unconditional love in the wrong places. CB is wonderful, but he’s a man. He’s imperfect. I’m imperfect. Perfect love doesn’t belong to us, but human love, imperfect as it is, is worth it.
Dear God, I pray I’ll never be so hurt or so jaded as to stop believing that.
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That sounds absolutely lovely! Here’s hoping that the future brings many more of these weekends to all of us!
You are definitely on to something. We were made to long for something greater.