My parents raised my brother and me on a naked beach. My earliest memory is of feeling the cool embrace of the sea while in the safety of my mom’s warm arms. As I grew older, it became a morning routine to wake up, run bare-skinned out of the house and across the cool morning […]
Only when you look within yourself will you really appreciate the beauty of who you are.
It’s so hard when you have to say goodbye, I hope you enjoy the few photos I’ve posted of her.
But what about her? What would she think and feel? Would I hear her crying softly in the bathroom during morning sickness? Knowing my daughter, I believe she would cry and cry a lot.
Random Thoughts 