Something caught my eye through the sun glared dirty windshield – an old tape; dropped, lost, perhaps now forgotten, laying alongside the road. I watched the ribbon blow freely in the early evening breeze, and felt a pinch in my heart I recognized as sadness. I thought of him – the way we wereContinue reading “Ribbon of Love “
Monthly Archives: January 2016
Natures littlest treasures bring me the greatest joy.
In my element
If . . .
If I could go back and live that last day over, I most assuredly would be waking by his side tomorrow – j.a. terry 1.6.16
Best buds ❥
This little bugger
Little spot of Zen