Once a year...

Dear,

I love
my wonderful, caring, kind, generous parents.
my wise, funny, sprightly grandparents.
my concerned, nosy, connected, noisy aunts.
my quiet, doting, compassionate, economical uncles.
my loud, rambunctious, silly, playful cousins.
my whole, crazy, multi-faceted family.
my loyal, hilarious, understanding, patient friends.
my adoring, cute, tolerant, hard-working Boy.
the hot, humid, lively city I am from.
the cool, cosmopolitan, bustling city I grew up in.
the peaceful, friendly, compact city I am studying in.
the tough, brain-busting, mental, worthwhile course I'm doing.
who I am, who I was and who I will be.

I love my life. And everything that makes it up.

A day for love. For loving. And for being loved.
There is no greater force on this earth.

Love thine self. Love your neighbor. Love a stranger.

One day a year we allow ourselves to soak up the entirety of the limitless capabilities of love from all directions.

It sounds an awful lot like Christmas but i think it's rather selfish to focus on one person only when you receive love from so many people, whether its a friendly hello on the bus or a kiss from a long-lost friend.

Remember to keep in mind that we have to be taught how to love. We can't love without people to love us.

Love, Sara.