

That I didn't need a hat or gloves to walk to the gym, and wanted to drink in the spring like air + never let it go.
That the sweet doorman at my Yoga studio was the very first person to wish me a happy Valentine's day.


And because it was so much fun to watch every man that passed hustle by with big bouquets of flowers, bunches of red heart balloons, pink ties, or their girlfriend's hand in theirs.
And because it was the perfect excuse to get a bright pink manicure. Even if it was the end of the day, and the cheesy tolerance was essentially over. sshhh....
It sounds like a near-perfect day. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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