I know the picture doesn't match the title... Let me explain. I just got out of the shower and I was headed into the closet to put on my pajamas when the alarm went off. So what I was doing was getting dressed (can't photograph that... you wouldn't want to see it anyway) but what I was thinking was completely different. Sierra and I just finished watching the movie Letters to Juliet. It's definitely a chick flick, but I thought it was cute. I'm a sap for the romantic comedies. This one is about love lost and found... and new love all at the same time.
I guess I'm a romantic. I believe in real, romantic, true love... But I also know that love is a verb... it's something you work at and for... constantly. Because it's worth it. In the movie the lead character ends a relationship that is unsatisfying just in the hopes of finding true love... and of course, she does because the movies all end happily every after. I think it's worth the risk. How can you find THE ONE if you're with the wrong one?
It reminded me of a quote I read a few days ago... "I fell in love when I met my husband, although I had stepped in it a few times before." I sure am glad that I didn't settle. It's been worth the risk. Maybe that's why I like those movies so much. My life has turned out to be a romantic comedy.