Sensational and doomed perfectly captures fire and impermanence of the human existence.
I love my children more than I though ot possible to love anything. I also cannot relax around them. It is truly a labor of love to raise children! I miss those baby years as difficult as they are some days.
Oh.my.god. This. The pace of this piece was so enchanting. I see myself in this essay as I move in tandem with my own child. The part about the park was gold.
This is lovely and genuine. The photos are perfect as always.
Thank you so much dreary I appreciate you xo
I love the prologue, i love the essay. the depth in simplicity is so profound! the poetry in living a life <3
Thank you for being here my lovely Jennae xo
Sensational and doomed perfectly captures fire and impermanence of the human existence.
I love my children more than I though ot possible to love anything. I also cannot relax around them. It is truly a labor of love to raise children! I miss those baby years as difficult as they are some days.
This piece painted a beautiful scene.
Thank you so much Kristen for reading and sharing xox
"we too are like the flowers; sensational and doomed"
I added this to my file called "beautiful words."
Thank you so much Jennie this is so kind x
Love love love this
Thank you Denise for being here x
Oh.my.god. This. The pace of this piece was so enchanting. I see myself in this essay as I move in tandem with my own child. The part about the park was gold.
Thank you so much for reading Taylor I appreciate you being here. Lovely to have mother allies ;) x
Especially ones that will uncomfortably comfortable stand next to each other at the park 🧡
Hahaha totally!🤍