Happy All The Time

Sunbathing with my sweetheart on a stretch of grass and fall leaves last weekend, I didn’t want or expect to be confronted with “relationship talk.” I was blindsided when he suddenly grabbed my by the wrists and declared, "You are such a Holly.” Hmm… A Holly. Could he love a Holly? Could I love or even be a Holly? Was he merely drunk on sunshine and the scent of my new shampoo, or did …

…I simply love you and not talk about it all the time?” Holly Sturgis may have better hair than me, and several more years of cooking experience under her belt, but we are very similar in the way that we relate to people. Our advances and retreats seems as if they have come out of the same playbook, and we find comfort in the idea that nobody knows the whirlwind emotions underneath our cool facades.