Father's Day. A unique grief. I miss my son 🩷

Cutesy little Earth Day walk at the park 🩶🌷😇

A sunny end to a stormy weekend ⛅

My coworkers are so wildly blessed to work with me and the baked goods I force upon them 😇

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Grief. A comfort I cling to, a shroud I desperately want to burn. I hate grief but I love that it connects me to you.

My boy, my bug, my Joonie B. Jones, my grumpy old man, my juniper, my shadow, my handsomest Mr. Jones 🥺 can your heart explode from being too full of love?? Also where is science at on making pets live forever???

Someone is very happy about the toasty fire currently roaring away

Frankie boy the three legged cat 🥺❤️ he purr, he cuddle, he cute!

Brinner fills my heart, soul, and stomach with joy 😇😇

My new party time plant aka 'alternanthera' in the cutest little buggy pot ♥️

28. Bittersweet birthdays. I celebrate another year with a chip on my shoulder, on my heart. I make a point to take a photo of myself every year on my birthday as a milestone to reflect on in future years. I look back to my 25th birthday often, and now how different things are at 28.

The sweetest boy, Joonie B. Jones, and his best friend, Frankie (a three legged cat). Joon Jones doesn't vibe with 99% of other dogs and their energy, but he loves his Frankie.