Wicked Bliss

No, no…. Amber it’s not what you think! ūüėą
Lol, in an effort to lose weight, Amber and I have sworn off our favorite guilty pleasure, sorry Starbucks.

First Girl’s Night

The day Amber and I agreed that I would do her makeup for our upcoming date was one of the most exciting and nerve wrecking things I had agreed to do in years. Amber, to me, is always elegantly put together from her hair and makeup to her clothes, she’s perfect just the way she was when I first met her. It made me panic as we approached the date night because I’m super picky about my hair and makeup, what if she hates how I do it was all I could think. You have to be someone really close to me to see me without my makeup and she was offering me that view of herself. The morning of our date night I woke up and had a new thought… the trust she must have in me to allow me to add to her canvas. This one thought made me smile, my jitters disappeared and I knew I would not disappoint her. Now, I have no daughters, just two boys whom I can’t get to wear collared shirts or brush their hair, they certainly have no desire to play dress up with me. But, that evening as I stroked her face with my brushes I fought tears that kept trying to creep up on me because I realized Amber was filling a void in my existence. It was much more than being romanced or girlfriends getting ready for a night on the town. It was me breathing life into my girl, helping her to bloom. It was me sharing makeup tips I’d learned and getting tips from her in return, stuff I had always imagined i would do with a daughter I will never have. She asked me questions, we laughed and we had actual girl time that was amazing and we looked amazing when we were done. That night changed something in me. It changed how I viewed Amber. It was truly a turning point in our relationship because trust and female friendship had been established. It was a bond, one that find grows stronger everyday.


Sun and shadows

Warmth is sunshine and happiness. ¬†It’s lying in the shade just out of the reach of the sun as you watch it’s rays filter through the trees. ¬† It’s an experience you should treasure especially with someone you love. ¬†A place Amber and I will definitely have to revisit together.


Home is where the heart is…

What does home mean to me?  Home is a warm hug, a smile on a rainy day, playfulness with my pretty girl, and in the heart of some I love dearly.   In essence, home is where the heart is and where ever Amber resides or goes is what I call home.