I want a pretty bra like this one.
sö î hèãrd ÿôū łįkê gùÿś wìth áçćėñtš
That was weird.
The world is full of amazing people. Whether it is in Haiti, Africa, Italy, the West Bank, Texas Israel, or Costa Rica. We may have different situations and backgrounds, but when you travel often, you begin to see the little strands of wonder that bind us together. The same haunted look comes into our eyes under the weight of brokenness. The same joy marks our step when we experience freedom. This family, some of our Trades of Hope artisans, are so full of a love that binds us together. They are kind, intelligent, brave, and compassionate, full of the best kind of joy. The ability to sit around a table, eating and laughing and speaking of grace, is one those quietly beautiful moments. And we are together in this, this thing called life, no matter how far we live. With the people we are blessed to meet on each trip, we fight with one another, we laugh with one another, cry together, but also dance together. To go all the way around the world and find others who are fighting for the light and want to link hands together is utterly life changing for me. (Oh and you can find out more at www.tradesofhope.com)
I want to hear you say “I love you” again.
"We only write about two feelings: one is the first day of summer when you and all of your friends are standing on the edge of a cliff watching the sun set and being overcome with all of your hopes and dreams at once. The other is when you’re walking alone in the rain and realize you will be alone forever."
It’s only day 2 of this and really don’t know how I’m going to keep doing it.
Friday and Saturday will be hell.