I believe in the soul.
Following the heart. Handwritten notes. And symmetry.
I believe in working hard (from anywhere), and playing harder (everywhere).
I believe in happy hour. Dancing in the living room. Haagen-Dazs vanilla. Climbing trees. BIG dogs. Mind-numbing, body paralyzing naps. And daydreaming.
I believe in black sharpies. Red tulips. And seersucker.
I believe that Sundays are made for an unshowered, late breakfast, football and the newspaper. (Complete with dog & boy when possible.)
I believe in the best of worlds, friends and family are one in the same. Summer nights are made for beer and baseball. And Coke is exponentially better than Pepsi.
I believe that its totally okay to be a work in progress.
And that bottles of wine, old friends and back porches mix well.
I believe that pearls are appropriate any time. As are oxford blue shirts. And the sky is Carolina Blue because God is most certainly a Tar Heel.
I believe that some people walk in the rain, and others just get wet.
I believe in spontaneity. College football complete with tailgating. The sound of the ocean. And in the healing power of sun + salt water.
I believe in laughing when you can and apologizing when you should.
I believe in mad, passionate, make-you-crazy kind of love. Creativity. Doing what you love. And happily ever now.