{GUEST BLOGGER: karey m.}

hi, everyone! it's me...karey m. remember? i once wrote on a little space called mackin ink? i live in jordan? i'm an editor at kirtsy? ummm. we were imaginary friends? and we'd visit each other all the time?

oh, this is awkward. please tell me you remember. just nod your head and say yes.

there. i feel better. because i've missed you. terribly. and i think suzanne knew this, which is probably maybe exactly the reason why she's invited me to spend the day here. with her...one of my very favorite imaginary friends...and with you.

my lucky day.

it's been way over a month since i finished writing mackin ink, and i feel like there are so many stories i've forgotten to tell you. but no matter how hard i try to remember them all or how much i scrunch up my eyebrows or wrinkle my nose in faux concentration or how long i gaze out my window at the maid across the street teetering on a fifth floor ledge washing windows while chatting on her mobile...i can only remember this afternoon.

when i picked up esmé from school, and she gleefully announced to her entire class that her mommy had bigfatboobies.

sadly, her spatial reasoning is crap. even more devastating? the other three-year olds were not. impressed. at. all.

{sigh.}

but this post is not about bigfatboobies. it's about valentine's day. which uncle sugar and i really only began celebrating when our girlies three came to be. prior to this, i was a sweetest day kind of a girl.

you see, i am passive-aggressive. and when i am told to love on a certain day? i tend to seethe. and loathe. no worries, though. for the rest of the days, i'm all about love. and, maybe more importantly, like.

because love, for me, is easy. once you've fallen, you've fallen forever and ever and one or two days after that. but like? that's a moment-to-moment fight, don't you think?

so this post...for all of you keeping track...is not about bigfatboobies or valentine's day or sweetest day or my passive-aggressive tendencies.

it's about love. and like. and the sort of gestures that keep both alive.

we can start small, if you wish. simply send your love on a postcard...



or in a proper love letter.



and even if the very thought frightens the heck out of you,



ask. just ask. will you be mine?



because together? together, you're a fairy tale just waiting to be written.



a love story you ever-so-desperately dream ends well.



and it will. just be patient.



be hopeful.



remember to say yes. even when you don't feel like saying yes.



always. even when no one is looking.



love your love more. just more.



and like your love as much as every star in the sky.



oh. one more thing. your love should have a special name for you and only you.



one that's used to make a moment sweeter. turn harsh words into soft. or maybe even make a quarrel disappear. every. single. time.



canary is taken, i'm afraid. so is uncle sugar. but tarty candies are always a delicious option. as are juicy fruits simply begging to be tasted.



and french endearments? oui. a definite oui.



this fourteenth of february, i'm wishing for a day heaping with love and like. a kiss that makes me all sorts of dizzy. lots of laughing and smiling. hopefully, a racing heartbeat, too. for me and for you.

here. i'll go first...i do like you, my imaginary friends. heaps. catch you later. and thanks, suzanne. this was a thrill. i liked being here very much. xoxo. karey m.