I am reuniting with Alex in London in 8 days, 15 hours, and 23 minutes (not that I’m counting or anything) after 326 days of being apart (not that I’m counting or anything).
I. CAN’T. CONTAIN. MYSELF.
Oh my heart.
I’m having a case of an insane amount of butterflies right now and I love it.
There are so many pictures of my mom to choose from - her glory days of equestrian show jumping in Britain or her journey in America with my sister and I. This is my mom circa 1964, when she was just 10 years old, living in a spirit of wanderlust by exploring the coast of Spain with my grandfather. I couldn’t be more thankful for an adventure like her and for developing the same likeness, joy, and restless pursuit to travel and see the beauty of the world.
Thanks for loving me so well, mom, and for being a beautiful example of Love Himself in my life.
A friend of mine showed me a Facebook group titled “Jesus, Please Save America” which is where I found this photo. After my initial shock, I then moved to a state of sorrow about how wide spread this belief is. I first want to address the caption and then the comments.
“What has our…
“It’s funny how you find you enjoy your life, when you’re happy to be alive.” || #widn time for homework + coffee. Thanks for the tag, lovely @avintagecloud