Dear Baby,

I wrote one of these letters to you six months ago. You know what I realized? I realized a new love. I have taken a six month sabbatical. I have flirted, I have dated, I have experienced. I have spent nights hopping from bar to bar dancing with complete strangers. Later on you may ask me what all did experience? Well that is somethin’ we will save for when the moscato kicks in on Thursday evenings. Wink, wink. The main thing I have experienced is love.

The past six months I have fallen in love baby.

What I have come to find out is that:

It is strong.

It is vulnerable.

It is unconditional.

It is soulful.

It is one of a kind.

It is beautiful.

It is me.

I have undoubtedly, undeniably fallen in love with myself. I am talking the kind of love where I laugh at my own jokes. This love is a love where I take myself out to eat at 7:30 in the morning because it’s time to test out a new coffee bean at the local spot. This love for myself is one where I wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and don’t reach for the makeup. I find myself beautiful in my own skin because I’ve come to love that it is mine to keep. I am healthy and my body shows it from the inside to the out. I am essentially alone most days however I feel the least bit lonely because: me, myself and I.

I know that one day you will come along and I will have this compilation of letters to you. I wonder where you are tonight? Maybe eating some Mac and Cheese and dreaming of waffles like yours truly. Wherever you may be, I hope that you have felt love, been loved or lovin’ on yourself within the past six months and even more so in the months to come. Guess what? We may not be lovin’ on each other at this moment in time, but I insure you that we will be making and doing that 90’s R&B kinda love someday.

Until that day:

Much Love, K