Hopeis the thing with feathers “Hope” is the thing with feathers –That perches in the soul –And sings the tune without the words –And never stops – at all – And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –And sore must be the storm…
happy first day of kindergarten, my beautiful boy; with the old soul and sweet heart you are so very loved.
i hope your august has been going well. with everything going on in the world right now, my heart is certainly heavy.today, i thought i would share some things that are bringing me small joys; glimmers of light…
the sun feels so good on my face. how lucky i am to be surrounded by love; to watch the trees sway above.
happy on purpose “Be happy on purpose. Look for the rainbow when it’s raining. The rainbow won’t take away the rain but it will remind you that there is still beauty in the storm. Find the hope even when it’s bleak. It might be hard…
written yesterday on 6.29.21
“June is a moment of roses. It will follow May and precede July, no matter what occurs through man’s folly and intemperate impatience.
“speak to your children as if they are the wisest, kindest, most beautiful and magical humans on earth, for what they believe is what they become.” – brooke hampton
my husband walked in halfway through nash’s special day with some white balloons (a birthday boy request) and these flowers- he hugged me and said, “thank you for being such a good momma to our boys.”
