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Day 2 - Nine things about yourself

1) I am Irish, I am proud to be Irish, I love being Irish. I love my heritage, I wish I was more capable in the Irish language, maybe 2011 is the year I do it. I love our stories, fairytales and traditions. I like our silly accents.

2) I am ginger. I guess this goes with my Irish thing! When I was a kid I hated my freckles and ginger hair. Then I grew to love them. I realised how rare and unique they are in a world larger than my home isle. I like to be different. I like to be me.

3) I want to see the world. A little at a time, but in its entirety as much as possible. I have the travel bug, and it is being sedated at the moment, but someday soon it is going to release itself again and I will again be wanderlust.

4) I love my James. He is my reason for smiling every morning. He is the person who makes me giggle when I'm nervous, gives me a mammoth hug when I'm cold, holds me in his arms when I am upset and gives out to me when I am being silly. I can't imagine him not being here. I am so proud of everything he is doing right now, and I love his reasons for doing it. I look forward to what our future holds.

5) I try not to have regrets. I think a regret is like dead weight hanging over your shoulder. It is pointless. Everything in life is a lesson. Either learn the lesson or repeat the mistake. The choice is yours.

6) Sometimes, when I am really upset, I cry myself to sleep. Thankfully James is always good enough to leave me to it, and will wait maybe ten minutes longer to come to bed. Then I always wake with his arms around me, telling me it will all be ok and I smile in the morning. I only ever cry over friends. One friend in particular. I feel terrible that I can't help. But being honest, only they can help themselves.

7) I love hot chocolate or tea on a cold night. With my duvet and hot-water bottle it keeps me from the cold., which is very important right now!

8) I'm a daddy's girl! He has me wrapped around his little finger! One of my favourite memories of last year was my trip to Sardinia with him. He is just adorable.

9) I love to write. I'm not as good at it as I would like, but practice makes perfect! I love letters. Writing them, receiving them, looking at the stamps. I love it all! It is much more personal than an email. And far, far more exciting!

This is me.
If I forgot anything, whoops!

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