The palpable grace.
The water.
The truest of true love.
The whispers of elders come and gone. Their lingering imprints under the old apple tree, intangible but so, so real.
This is what my heart longs to witness, embrace, and reflect back to the world.
Thank you so much Genevieve and Ed. You graciously invited me into your family’s incredible home, and in doing so, I was reminded of my truth. My own “home.”
My cup runneth over.
