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This year, our tree is a little bit (ok, a lot) crooked, and somehow, nothing has ever been more perfect for this family of mine. 😜
December 16, 2024 at 5:45 PM
This year, our tree is a little bit (ok, a lot) crooked, and somehow, nothing has ever been more perfect for this family of mine. 😜
The Sunday night grumpies are real real real tonight. Why can't we just get all the days from Thanksgiving through New Years off?
Photo from Timberline Lodge at Mount Hood, Oregon, where I wish I still was.
Photo from Timberline Lodge at Mount Hood, Oregon, where I wish I still was.
December 2, 2024 at 3:36 AM
The Sunday night grumpies are real real real tonight. Why can't we just get all the days from Thanksgiving through New Years off?
Photo from Timberline Lodge at Mount Hood, Oregon, where I wish I still was.
Photo from Timberline Lodge at Mount Hood, Oregon, where I wish I still was.
Grateful for the sun, the moon, the rain, the snow, the hail, the wind.
Grateful for mountains, oceans, forests, meadows, high plateaus.
The birds that sing,
The morning dew,
The sway of tall trees.
The night that blankets us in a soft embrace,
The way all things end
And begin again.
Grateful for mountains, oceans, forests, meadows, high plateaus.
The birds that sing,
The morning dew,
The sway of tall trees.
The night that blankets us in a soft embrace,
The way all things end
And begin again.
November 28, 2024 at 11:45 PM
Grateful for the sun, the moon, the rain, the snow, the hail, the wind.
Grateful for mountains, oceans, forests, meadows, high plateaus.
The birds that sing,
The morning dew,
The sway of tall trees.
The night that blankets us in a soft embrace,
The way all things end
And begin again.
Grateful for mountains, oceans, forests, meadows, high plateaus.
The birds that sing,
The morning dew,
The sway of tall trees.
The night that blankets us in a soft embrace,
The way all things end
And begin again.
Me too, Sailor. Me too.
November 24, 2024 at 11:22 PM
Me too, Sailor. Me too.
