
Have a gentle Monday. ~ ā”

Penelope is so happy for the cooler weather. We sat out on the back porch most of the day. Summer has been a scorcher and itās actually chilly this morning. Itās 44°, down from last weekās 90s. šāļø Beautiful reprieve!

As the Weeping Willow Wept I realized it was like you Beauty falling away Turning to Golden wine Birthed through the tears Of the broken one She weeps I love you more š My Alexanderia
As the Weeping Willow Wept
It feels like Iām always coming back to this place where Iām waiting, watching, and praying for a miracle.
Nothing is harder, than holding the door for someone you love, and watching them walk through it.
I keep thinking of the sound she made. That single, heavy word when she finally stopped fighting the truth of her own heart. It was the sound of the door closing, even if she hadnāt physically walked through it yet.
I wonder if sheāll ever realize that the light Iām holding isnāt meant to burn her, but to light her steps along the way.
Thereās just enough light for the step sheās on.

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