Which is saying something considering it’s 20* and positively DUMPING the icy white crap.

I woke up to sunshine in my inbox and playful teasing from my little princess at the sight of little red hearts going up on the calendar.

It’s official… I have the hottest date with destiny there ever was… or ever will be.

I can’t lie… I’m shaking in my snow boots… and having every sort of insecure panicky moment every teenage girl can relate to.

What if… what if… what IF.

What if it’s awful. What if he hates me. What if it’s bad…

or even more scary….

What if it’s perfect. What if it’s just like it is right now… everything anyone could ever dream of.

What then?

For all the shit I talk- I’m gun shy just like any girl who’s seen the worst of what the male species has to offer.

He’s my male version of Kryptonite… my Achilles… my wishlist of a man.

Gulp. Yeah… no pressure at all.

Arguably the most epic first date of all time…

I’ve never been happier… sillier… or more on the right path. Looking at my life differently and realizing that being loved by someone you love just as much… naturally makes you want more for yourself because you’re so special to someone so damn amazing.

You only live once… and if you want happiness…really, really want it enough? You take risks and you have faith in the existence of happily ever after.

I’ve learned to expect the best from and for myself, which makes me pretty fucking amazing.

…not to mention a pretty hot piece of Kryptonite myself.