
Complex. Rich. Textured. Alive. Burned. Scarred. Green, peeking through.
My son is 23 today and I could tell you moment by moment about the day of his birth. Every birthday is sacred, consecrated, made holy by possibility, by hope, by joy, by love.
Complex. Rich. Textured. Alive. Burned. Scarred. Green, peeking through.
My son is 23 today and I could tell you moment by moment about the day of his birth. Every birthday is sacred, consecrated, made holy by possibility, by hope, by joy, by love.
What a lovely way to think about birthdays. Bless you and your son today.