c h o o k o o l o o n k s

Hearts found in various places, or given as gifts.  I keep them close by in my studio.

Well, it's one week before Christmas.  And I?  Have made barely a dent in my Christmas shopping.

I'm not sure what happened to me this year -- I think our trip over Thanksgiving, which came late this year, has something to do with it.  But I feel like I'm frantically trying to get everything done before Christmas, and I'm failing, both in the time crunch and the execution.  Failing miserably.

As a result, I've been in a truly foul mood for the last few days.  I've been one of those moods where I had to warn Marcus: Dude, just so you know, I'm angry and pissy and just generally miserable.  It's not your fault, but there is nothing you can do to change this, and there is nothing you can do to make me okay.  If I were you, I'd just lay low.

He smiled and nodded.  Okay, he said.

But, God bless him, he didn't listen.

Yesterday, he sent me an e-mail with three lines, telling me that he was thinking of me, that I shouldn't give up, and that he believes in me. 

And it made all the difference in the world.

(Except now the pressure is on to get something really great for him for Christmas.  I have no idea what.)

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Happy Love Thursday, everyone.  Leave the links to your images and/or stories of love in the comments section below.

Or, in the alternative, take the time to send someone a note telling them that you're thinking of them, that they shouldn't give up, and that you believe in them.

It will make all the difference in the world.

Song:  Those sweet words by Norah Jones