Friday, 8:47pm

I’ve come to accept the fact that there will be months in every year, that belong to you. So whenever these months arrive, I greet them with a smile. I’m happy to hold ’em however long they plan to stay. As with anything, they’ll be replaced sooner or later.

I’m glad though March isn’t yours-this February felt a little long and it’s supposedly the shortest of them all.

xoxo,

Adrienne.