You Are Not Your Own
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Saturday, January 23, 2016
Forever Young
For you, my beautiful, spunky, intelligent, free spirited baby...Lyla Rose. I wish you all of this. I couldn't love you any more.
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Souls in the Skies
The sky was purple this morning.
It was a sky unlike any other I'd had the privilege of seeing. I have been noticing more of how the sunrises have continually gotten more and more lovely as time has gone on. Some may say this has to do with climate...no, I protest...I choose to believe(and my heart agrees) that as more beautiful souls enter heaven's gate, the more beautiful the skies become.
It was a sky unlike any other I'd had the privilege of seeing. I have been noticing more of how the sunrises have continually gotten more and more lovely as time has gone on. Some may say this has to do with climate...no, I protest...I choose to believe(and my heart agrees) that as more beautiful souls enter heaven's gate, the more beautiful the skies become.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Newest Memory
Tonight, on my walk with Stella, I made some new and fresh memories with an album. One of the things I love most about music is its ability to make you feel. But as wonderful as it can be to turn on a song and be instantly transported back to being thirteen years old, or to that summer evening on Delmar, or the day I received my first record player and listened to my first 45...it can also be take me right back to that gut wrenching first heartbreak, or the day my dad moved out of the house, or the car ride home from my grandfather's funeral.
It's refreshing to find new music, it's like a blank canvas. I am free to make memories that can then be associated with said music from here on out.
Tonight's memories consisted of me singing to Stella as we headed down the street, breeze blowing in our hair(fur), sweating(through pores/tongues), and walking perfectly in sync. A simply lovely, new memory that this album will now always take me back to.
Tonight's memories consisted of me singing to Stella as we headed down the street, breeze blowing in our hair(fur), sweating(through pores/tongues), and walking perfectly in sync. A simply lovely, new memory that this album will now always take me back to.
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Monday, May 19, 2014
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