Tales of Pictures

Am looking at pictures of my family and I am smiling so much. This morning I was thinking of how much I am a love kind of person.I love love,I really do and recently I have been actively trying to find my person.I have this dream of a beautiful life and a loving family.So as I look at pictures of my parents I like what I see.This particular picture is of the day my mum got a promotion,she was being officially and publicly getting the new title.My Dad was ready and despite the rains that morning they took beautiful pictures.They got rained on but they still looked amazing.Its been many years,thirty years to be exact and they still got it.Their spark,their love and the way that they celebrate each others win.Thirty years after I have been with my person I want to look that excited,I want to celebrate his wins,I want him to look at my win and say there goes my girl.
Right after that picture is a picture of my grandparents on the morning of that event and It is a beautiful beautiful picture.
I don’t know how long they have been married but that should be more or less sixty years. Let that sink in sixty and I have seen them crack jokes together.I remember an event grandpa couldn’t make it,so after the event my grandma called him and was giving him highlights.Then I could hear him say we wait for when he’s not around to have the best of parties and my grandma said she needs to hang up to go dance.That kind of love that grows each day.
I am a sucker for love and I hope that one day I write about my own.To love and to be loved,to honor and to be honored.In
know the media platforms paint love in different ways.However,I know that out there somewhere there’s someone for me,who believes in being authentic.
Until that day I sit and listen to this podcast with so much peace .Loving me and living life the best way I know how.
🥂to true Love.