This is to you

This is to you

This is to you.

To the one who has made me smile like a Cheshire cat this year. The one who's made me feel things I didn't even know possible, and most of all to the one who I like. I like a lot.

"If you can learn to love yourself and all your flaws, you can love other people so much better. 
And that makes you so much happier."

I remember when I was a young girl, and my papa once said to me that 'you learn to love when you love yourself' and never has a phrase stuck with me so much.
I thought I liked boys when I was younger, but I always battled with myself. I never felt quite content in my own skin, I wasn't always 100% accepting of who I was.
But I wasn't, I'm not, a horrible person.
So why couldn't I just accept, and love who I was? If I didn't like that, then how would anyone else?

I suppose that's what we go through, when we grow up. We can so easily mask things, and hide what we really think. But there comes a time, when we get a little bit older, and we have more responsibilities, more opportunities and we may be put in situations, where we have to talk highly of ourselves. And the more we tell others, the more we begin to believe it.
We start to love us. And all our flaws too.

Towards the end of last year, I sat and thought about everything the year had taught me and what it had made me become. It changed me for the better, it made me realise I was stronger, and it also taught me what I was capable of but it also made me see that I was me. Just me.

And I think, in that moment, I started to like the person I'd become.

I walked into 2016 (actually, I think I stumbled home...) with a positive outlook, a fresh mindset and a determination that if I wanted to do something, then I could. And that I, myself, was content with everything about me. Flaws and all.
I walked into 2016 with the biggest smile on my face (OK, the drink that night may have helped) because I had a good feeling about it. Things were about to change, and I was ready.

That smile has not left my face since.

And I know for certain, that it was down to you.

You simply crossed my path in the last week of 2015. An unexpected and hugely unexplained cross at that, leaving me baffled for months after to wonder how this could be possible -  it was simply pure chance that you were in my area, at this particular time. A reason for this. Maybe a moment of fate? An incredibly grateful moment of fate at that too.
And even the distance between our two houses didn't stop our chats till 5am, our endless list of songs to share and listen too, the similarities between our personalities, the endless laughter we had and the want to find out more about each other. There was this warmth, that instantly filled inside of me more and more as each day passed, and still now, that feeling doesn't fade... If anything, it only gets warmer.
I find myself intrigued daily, by you, by your ways and your thoughts. I feel like I know so much already, but still have so much more to find out. I find myself inspired by you, feeling like I want to succeed myself, and match the determination that you have. I find myself pushing my limits because of you, making me realise that I actually can do the things I sometimes didn't believe I could.
And I find myself feeling all these things that I've never felt before.
From you, the person who I see myself in, when I stare right at you.

I like that you make me laugh, every single day.
I like even more that you care and support everything I do.
I like that I want to be your biggest cheerleader.
I love the places that we've visited together this year.
I like that I admire you more and more each day.
I also like that you're a little strange, even if you disagree.
I like that you inspire me, and that you believe in me.
I like your face, and the way I catch you sometimes staring at me.
I like that we know what each other are thinking.
I also hugely like that you appreciate corn as much as me.
And my heart warms when I see you and Runkle curled up together.
And I really like, that you're almost, if not more, as much of a faffer as I am.
Y'know, we just get each other.

I like that. Like I like you.

And so, I thank you. For being you. And helping  me to be content with myself. And for all the laughter and adventures that we've had so far. Words cannot fully describe the way it all feels, but you know what I think. And that's all that matters, between you and I. A team.

Here's to us, a team. And the next part of this journey..

Love me x

The little life

The little life

I can't deal with all this cute. He wants to spend time with me and sit next to me, and rub his wet nose against my cheek, and spread himself out so I stroke his belly and rest my head next to him. And it seems that as he gets older, he becomes much more dependent on me and wants to stare right at my face (like right at it). I'm certainly not complaining. Not when there's a squishy belly to snuggle.
Life has been a whirlwind these past few weeks, and big changes are about to happen which I'm really excited and nervous about! But all whilst feeling these things, I'm always finding the positive, the better picture and being more and more carefree as each day goes by. I like this feeling too! Soon i'll be so carefree, i'll start floating instead of walking. Yeah, maybe not..
I'm counting down t until the doughnut is back in the pool next week. It'll be mine and the male's first holiday together, and we're excited to get away for some sunshine, a glistening pool and a day of cocktail drinking. Oh, and I can guarantee there'll be lots of laughter, he's a funny one.
I bought some books for my holiday last month in the hope that I'd read them, but I'm a fidget and it took me ten days to read just one! So I've re-packed this book and also ordered another, thinking that maybe this time I will read. But actually, I know I'll end up snoozing..
All I seem to do on weekends is drink. It's a friends birthday? Let's go for a drink! Hey we've got a wedding, lets drink wine. Shall we just get a takeaway and chill tonight? Let's have a cider!
I mean, I'm not complaining - after all Summer is for fruity cider right? And this is by far my favourite.
Because every home deserves pretty flowers.

"A smile is the prettiest thing you can wear"
A better sleep with Leesa

A better sleep with Leesa

Folk that know me, know I like my sleep (even if I don't sleep that much when normal people do - I'm one of those people who tops up their sleep on their lunch break, at the desk!) and that my bedroom is my haven. It's my safe place, where I feel most relaxed, and so I guess in a sense, I like things just so.
I recently bought a new bed, but bypassed the opportunity for a new mattress because I like how mine felt when I would curl up into a tiny ball. I like that it was firm, but still enough had bounce to snuggle into. It was comfortable, and just right.
Basically, I just didn't want a memory foam. I don't get the memory foam hype.
I also have a fear of sponge, so y'know..
Well, I didn't.  Until Leesa got in touch and managed to sway me to try it with their mention of "luxury feel" - after all, we all like a bit of luxury sometimes don't we?
Now I'm an excited person on a normal day.. Like, imagine those dogs you see in the park, who find everything fascinating. Constantly distracted. Always in awe of things. You betcha, that's me. And so when a mattress, that has always been delivered by two strong men in the past (down my way anyway), arrives from Leesa in a box no bigger than me (OK, it came to my chest), you can say that, I was amazed.
A mattress. In a box. That didn't look like a mattress in a box. Not one bit.
My mind was certainly blown!
And I most definitely did not wonder how this was going to work out...
For any normal human, this is where I excitedly rave about the packaging and how getting it from place is much simpler, but reality for me is that I struggle to carry a four pint of milk back from the local shop, so I'll leave you to imagine me pulling on the box up my flight of stairs...
Saying that my weak arms aside, and the fourty minute struggle (I swear I make things more difficult too - why can't I open boxes with ease?!), it was amazing to see the beautifully crafted mattress spring into life once it was positioned on my bed and after all the, blood, sweat and tears (there was no tears. Nor blood. I don't think...) I was back to declaring myself an independent woman.
Papa would be proud. That's what I thought.
Oh and that I can do things when I really really want to.
And being a usual human being, I had to immediately grab the covers and snuggle on in to, ahem, 'test' it out (I'm fairly sure it was still expanding but that only made it more fun...) where I decided to spend the rest of my evening with an inquisitive little kitty too. I only left to retrieve rice pudding.
That first night, I was a little concerned that one wouldn't sleep so well what with my uncertainty of memory foam but with a stomach full of rice pudding, some fresh bedding and lavender spray on my pillow, my uncertainty wasn't around for long at all.
As Leesa say, their three layers of high quality foam with cooling bounce, contouring pressure relief and core, support for an amazing night sleep. And you know what? I think they might just be right.
They may also have not only converted me to a memory foam mattress (it's not as spongy as I thought), but to maybe get myself an earlier bedtime...
Oh, and when I said my bedroom was my favourite place, well it officially is now!
If you're thinking about getting a better night's sleep, well Leesa are offering my readers a pretty dishy discount for their mattresses, so make the most of it. For a girl who isn't a memory foam fan and afraid of sponge, I'm sold. What about you?

Post in collaboration with Leesa