the little things

by gina gutierrez in ,


On Monday, I sent my valentine a thank you message: 

I am so grateful for everything you do for us. My heart is full.

We had a lovely Valentine's weekend. Nothing extravagant. In fact, Max was really sick and recovering from a nasty cold. My Valentine's surprise didn't go as planned, but I did have the opportunity to drop off a few of his favorite things

The Little Things: Kombucha // Coconut Water // Photos from Hipstamatic // The Otis Succulent from Bloom That // Almond Crossaints from Thorough Bread and Pastry // 'Happy Fucking Valentine's Day' Card from Papersource

 

The rest of the weekend was so relaxing. We spent our weekend in Mill Valley playing house and dog sitting Miss Betty White. 

I knew that I wanted to gift Max with the Little Things that make him smile, but I soon realized that our weekend was naturally filled with beautiful "Little Things" that make us both so happy -- talks over wine, gluten free pizza, cuddling, waking up to the sun, exploring on a hike, cooking brunch, singing in the car, sharing dinner with parents, reading and blissful sleep. 

As I reflected on the weekend, I was so incredibly grateful. Hence, my Monday morning note. Life is short and those you love deserve to know what they mean to you. Don't be afraid to express yourself in a way that is authentic and fills your soul. 

 

xo g. 


sharing the love

by gina gutierrez in , ,


My favorite love poem. 

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
BY E. E. CUMMINGS

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                                      i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)


My favorite love song.

xo g. 


phenomenal woman

by gina gutierrez in


Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I'm telling lies.

I say,

It's in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It's the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can't touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can't see.

I say,

It's in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Now you understand

Just why my head's not bowed.

I don't shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It's in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me. 

The Lovely Maya Angelou