I often find hearts in unexpected places, and each one reminds me that love is everywhere. I hope these hearts inspire you to look for the unexpected love in your world, too.
I see hearts in unexpected places all the time as I go about my day, and they always remind me that love is everywhere. Sharing some of these hearts here with you is one of the many ways I aim to send love right back out into the world as often as I can.
Found while walking along the coast in Florida and writing big dreams in the sand.
In case you’re curious, that’s a grilled cheese with extra tomatoes and extra grilled onions only (the key word being “only”), plus a half-and-half strawberry/vanilla shake. Yum!
I see hearts in unexpected places all the time as I go about my day, and they always remind me that love is everywhere. Sharing some of these hearts here with you is one of the many ways I aim to send love right back out into the world as often as I can.
Hearts are everywhere at CakeFriends, my favorite cafe in Zurich, Switzerland, and love is, too.
(aka my hometown)
Breakfast at the Sugar Shack.
This Main Street mainstay is famous with locals and tourists alike for its just-off-the-beach location, but to my friends and family, it’s also the site of an impromptu wedding breakfast just after my love and I got married in a (very) informal and pretty much unrehearsed sunrise ceremony. Continue reading
The ocean.
The Pacific Ocean, to be specific. And the sand and tidepools and cliffs and bluffs and surfers and swimmers and body-boarders and toe-dippers and piers and sandy towels and sunscreen (so much sunscreen) and wind and seagulls and sunsets and tar (okay, maybe not the tar) and lifeguard stations and dolphins and grunion runs (when the midnight moon is right) and whale watching excursions and the outline of Catalina Island 26 miles away, but only when the view is clear enough.
That’s why, whenever I get back to Huntington Beach, my very highest priority (after hugging my family, of course) is to get myself down to the ocean, dig my toes in the wet sand, and walk along the waveline until I once again feel the connection that tells me I’m home.
(aka my hometown)
These people!
And these people, too!
My parents and brothers* are AWESOME (yes, I proudly claim my SoCal heritage through frequent and exuberant use of that word) and being in the same city–not to mention same country–with them, even if only for a few days, is always something to celebrate.
*My in-laws of all varieties are similarly awesome and should in no way feel slighted by not being pictured here. Their time will undoubtedly come soon….
