Watching Weston and Carlee dance around the friendzone in this slow burning story that once it heats it…it really heats up. She has rules, she breaks the rules…but once you get a real peak at the behind the scenes story everything falls in to place. Once the steam kicks in…it seriously kicks in. Once the love kicks in…well that is a fun dance to watch. I love the Merryville group that is brought in…and let’s not forget there is some drama…and wow…once you discovery about the craycray ex…wow. And it wouldn’t be co plate with a HEA and a little surprise at the end!
I received a free copy of this book from the author but all opinions are mine.
The last couple of years I’ve become a music junkie…Andrew and I started watching the Grammy’s several years ago and each time we’d hear a new (to us) artist we would add them to our play list. My apple music is all over the place, from Mipso to Billie Eilish to Benson Boone to Taylor Swift to Norah Jones…just really depends on my mood.
I’m sitting here this afternoon, listening to a channel compilation from AppleMusic
…and it does not disappoint.
Two summers ago, well now almost three, we started listening to music on the back porch, in our own little world, surrounded by the trees. We took turns on what we would listen to…me leaning towards Norah and Mipso and Benson, him leaning towards Taylor and Billie…we would read as the music washed over us.
I now listen to music all the time thanks to AppleMusic and Homepods. I have the mini-homepods all through the house, kitchen, sewing room, office, even my little sitting area that I love in the summer with the sun beaming in. In the living room I have two of the bigger original Homepods, and as I type this I’m listening to a channel that is perfect…it’s a mix of all the current artist I like.
So as I sit here listening to our favorite artist, drinking a Cosmo that Andrew managed to perfect, my memories take me back to the summers on the porch…the music, the cocktails and the company…so many happy memories.
So cheers to all my friends that listen to good music…read good books…and sip cocktails/wine/beer.
Six months has past since you last said my name but I say yours daily.
When someone loses someone they love, the looks, the sadness in others eyes is almost too much to grasp when you are dealing with your own grief. But the panic in their eyes, not knowing if they could or should say their name, that is the worst.
So
Please
Say
Their
Name
When talking of lost loved ones, say their name. It’s okay, really, I promise you that to hear others say their name does bring comfort. The comfort comes from knowing that you did not forget what it was, that it still forms on your lips, that it is still in your mind, in your heart, that they are still with you.
So
Please
Say
Their
Name
I for one am grateful when I hear his name, because you see…over six months ago he said my name for the last time but I still say his daily.
Andrew…to this day it still sounds so familiar on my lips because you see…he is still in
well she sits and stitches and I talk…and I talk some more…mostly about Andrew. As I’m talking, telling her about just the little things we did together or things he did for me…she said “just one of the million little things”
THAT’S IT…
It wasn’t the big things…
but he did those too…
it was the million little things he did for me…
it’s how he showed his love for me…
It’s those million little things I’m missing right now…
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