As I drove by this tonight on my way home from work it made me think of my grandma. (Grandma Missy) When I was a junior and senior in high school she bought me season tickets to the symphony. She wanted to encourage my love for the trumpet. By the way I played from 12-34 years old. Fun fact I actually played on stage at this venue at one time. To say that I love music would be an understatement. So I say thank you grandma for always encouraging me to be musical!!! I will always cherish her excitement for my love and passion at one time.
Preserve your memories, keep them well, what you forget you can never retell. 🖤
This is the season she will make beautiful things.
Not perfect things,
but honest things that speak to who she is and who she is called to be. 🌟
Aquí nomás, con mi vaga, según ella muy comportada, pero quiere tumbar el arbolito de navidad 🎄
Here just, with my vaga, according to her very behaved, but wants to knock down the Christmas tree 🎄
Trying to find myself. 🔎📍
el día en que tú naciste, nacieron todas las flores 💐 feliz cumpleaños abuelita ✨
It’s hell on earth and the city’s on fire
Inhale in hell there’s heaven
Moch. Erwinsyah Erlangga penempatan.........
homemade meatball with tri-color string noodle.
И однажды ты вспомнишь эти счастливые летние деньки и поймёшь, что ради них только и стоит продолжать жить🌅(не существовать⬅️это важно)
Não é #tbt
, é só a louca das plantas no mercado mesmo. 🌱🌹
Mirror mirror on the wall
What is depression? Can we overcome it ?
Emotions are not permanent , neither is sadness. When you look at a large summer cloud from a distance,it seems so massive. Yet if one goes into it, there is nothing to grasp ,nothing but steam and wind and at the same time, it obscures the sun so it has its effect.
Let me say this, One can drive away the clouds and find that, behind them, the sun has always been there and the sky has always been clear. That is life, the clouds , are not permanent:) .
Haven’t even finished sorting & editing pictures from the last trip, and suddenly year end party came just like that. Days are long, but years are short. It’s soon another year wrap-up, another trip to make.