I am half
I ate for.
I took my son to a bowling alley and gave him an egg.
my daughter’s sense of touch… 25 more words
Over the holiday weekend, we put in as many hours as we could manage weeding, starting early and working until we couldn’t take the heat any more. 232 more words
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The journey of becoming who we were born to be never ends. It’s limitless, eternal.
We don’t arrive — we grow. And to grow requires presence and practice.