Happy anniversary, ya goof. A little over 4 years ago, I told my mom I would never find my “person” when I transferred back to my all-women’s college. My mom said “just you wait, Gina. I bet that you’ll find the one out there.” Sure enough, like always, my mom was right. .
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When I first met you in that coffee shop, I thought two things: 1) wow he’s such a hipster, sitting there in an olive-colored beanie and 2) I feel like I’ve known him forever. I’m still not sure how it’s possible to feel like you’ve known someone you’ve only just met, but I’m pretty sure that means I found the one whom my soul loves. I love you💕
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.” (Ecclesiastes 3:1-4) March 4 1929- March 4 2019. ✨
“Humans are fairly familiar with the idea of dads providing care to young children. 👨👧👦 However, paternal care is actually rare across vertebrate species. Instead, infanticidal behaviours, where dads show aggression towards young😡, are common. In rodents like the Mongolian gerbil🐀, dads switch between slaughtering the youngsters of other parents and caring for their new-borns💕. Without this switch, dads would hurt their own young✨.”
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How do gerbils manage to become such doting fathers? 🤔 Continue reading my latest article to find out! LINK IN BIO👆.
