love is a strange word.
we apply it to a variety of people, places, and things every day.
but each time meaning something slightly different.
tomorrow marks the start of the move.
also, Luke and I's six year anniversary.
and a little holiday involving some baby named cupid.
so. a list of a few things I love:
I love... him.
and I love these shoes.
but not in the same way I love this little fuzzball.
or the way I love baking
(it kinda hurt to pack this stuff)
and for your random fact of the day:
the first time someone told me that he loved me,
I punched him in the face.
(it wasn't Luke)
since then, I've learned to embrace the love in life.