Can I be vomit-ous and cutesy for just a moment?
For all my feminist ranting, my raging independent streak, my high standards and all together tough facade, sometimes I really miss my boyfriend and/or my best friend.
I used to really hate cutesy couples… until I became one.
BUT I don’t think loving a man makes me or has made me any less of an independent feminist. It certainly has made me a happier one.
For those of you judging: I am not blindly devoted ( I promise), we are entirely equal partners (like I could have it any other way) and he feels the same way.
Unfortunately that photo is not of us, but I totally wish it was.
Camp update: The campers come friday!!! the past week has been unbelivably hard. I’m so ready to spend some time with happy chit-lins with smiles of gold and hugs of sweetness.