Happy Papa’s day! We are truly blessed to call you ours. It took us a long time to get to this point with children. And it’s been so sweet to see you become a dad and watch you get more emotional with each child we have. This life is a wild ride but I’m thankful it’s our ride and we are on it together. Xoxo
What have I lost, my love?
Ah’ my love.
I am a thinned thread - not strong enough to sew buttons to your favorite shirt;
a dark night caught somewhere between forgetting and remembering,
something cold then warm then cold again.
And I do not know how to move from this place
if there is a God above who can save me. -R.K. ✨
That time again, haven’t done one of these in a while, antique store photo stories and poetry. I call her Lucy. #oldphotographs#antiquestorefinds#boxofoldphotos#stories#tellstories
“The fact that there’s physios on like every single floor of a hospital, and there’s no dedicated physios on the friggin maternity ward, when you just had a human exit your body, and it’s like oh no, you can go home...I feel like that’s something that is overlooked.”
My Aunt Phyllis passed away quietly this morning in Texas. She was actually my grandaunt...and grand she was. So many mornings spent at Great Grandma’s listening while they told stories as we ate pancakes and happily played with her pup, Annie...Those two women...ginger goddesses in their young age...both white haired and still filled with life, could tell stories until their breath ran out...and then do it again and again. As i grew up with them in life, I found that storytelling is in my blood...I know it’s there because I got it from them...and I know that I don’t need to write a story about Aunt Phyllis. I just want to celebrate a life well lived as one of the strong, kindest, and beautiful woman I’ve known on this earth quietly joined one of my other favorite storytellers in an eternal dance as the sun rose today. They’re probably catching up right now...and there might very well be pancakes involved.