The three people whose love is always working to shape me into my best self.
These three faces and souls are the breathing, growing, daily reminders to focus my energies on the beauty and goodness in myself and my world, to nurture it and make it bloom.
Fresh flowers from the farmer's market saying Good Morning from the kitchen table.
A blue sky over our heads as we walk cool satin-ribbon-shade sidewalks to the park.
Queen Anne sitting in a frothy dollop of elegant lace. A gentle reminder of happy days past, woven into today.
Bright, true daisies. As hearty and resistant and forever as heart-kept friendships tested by time and distance. Clear, crisp and familiar, growing up wild but so intentionally on a new path I think I'm forging alone.
Her color and vibrance take new shapes as she grows into herself. My eyes love being full of her. She's nestled in the corners of my every smile.
He's my belly laugh and my excuse to sit still and be loved back.
Days fly by, vivid, washed in sunlight, alive with anticipation and the simple joy of promises fulfilled.
I savor and cherish the notion that just-tradition, just-this, is such grandeur.
That what we've always done keeps delivering just cause for giddy celebration.
That love goes everywhere with us. It sits on yellow benches with us, and lights us up so bright it makes us glow.