I got up and fed Isabella at about 4:00 a.m. and then went back to sleep. I slept until after 6 a.m., which I rarely do, but it’s nice to sleep in sometimes.

Happy Valentine’s Day, dear friends—may you feel deeply loved today, whether that love comes from a partner, a friend, your chosen family, or the quiet, steadfast grace that reminds you you are worthy of love. 💕

❤️ Happy Valentine’s Day!❤️

Some people love to shop. Some people hate to shop.

I mostly enjoy it—as long as the store isn’t too crowded.

And even if shopping isn’t your thing, there’s always the quiet pleasure of people-watching.

It’s been bitterly cold here lately. Last night, my apartment felt especially unforgiving—one of those nights when no number of layers quite does the trick. I found myself wishing I were curled up in front of a fireplace, mug of hot chocolate in hand, wrapped in a man’s arms. But at this moment, honestly, just the fire would be enough.

Coffee optional. Clothes apparently not required. This is exactly what I want Christmas morning to look like—and I can’t wait to unwtap these presents. 

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays. 🎄

Mustaches aren’t usually my thing—but every rule deserves at least one very good exception. Some guys make it undeniably hot. I’m not sure it’s the mustache that’s winning me over—but I’m not complaining.

The following aren’t Christmas pics, per se. They just say Christmas in all the right ways. No ornaments, no lights needed—just something that feels unmistakably seasonal.

There’s nothing remotely Christmas about this—no red, no green, not a single decoration. But Santa… please put him under my tree anyway. I promise I’ll enjoy unwrapping him Christmas morning.