1981
me and my dad . 1981
It was the year that changed everything. It was the year when my family went from three to four when my baby brother was born on a day in April. And a piece of my story is that I will never forget the way that both of my parents made sure that I always felt deeply loved.
In families there is always stuff.
(Always.)
I wish we would give ourselves more space to just know that this is true. We experienced stuff as children, and we create it now (even if we sometimes don't want to admit it). Every family has it, which is why I feel it is so important to share our stories so that we know we aren't the only ones.
And today, I was thinking about this stuff, and the truth that there is, for me, so often love in the midst of it all.
(Thank you for that.)
May you find your way to love today.
Blessings,
Liz
remembering in on truth and love
Reader Comments (5)
I adore old photos & this one is just fantastic! Thank you for the reminder of the beautiful mess of being in a family.
What a beautiful picture, Liz. I love old photos and this one is really nice. It's not hard to tell that you are the girl in the picture.
This is a beautiful and honest post. You're right, we've all got our 'stuff' and ... it's okay.
Thanks for this, Liz. Happy Sunday.
I love this, too, Liz. Very well said. Sending love your way.
Love this very much...
ohhhhhhhhh.
how i LOVE that photo...
that is so totally retro awesome and you were as cute as a button...as you still are!
xo