The start of a girl’s weekend feels like a rally for freedom. The little girl in me gets excited over girls weekends with the same enthusiasm as I used to have when looking forward to a sleepover party. There’s something calming and renewing about escaping responsibility and connecting with females. No diapers to change.
I went to bed last night with excitement in my heart for the promise of 12.12.12. And while I am more of a words girl than a numbers girl, I do love my numbers nonetheless, especially when they carve out something of a numerically historical day. Before I feel asleep, my excitement was numbed