Fireworks, in my life and in the sky.
Continued mourning of a relationship that began one year ago today and went places I never dreamed, high and low, and wishing (probably in vain) that the friendship can somehow emerge intact.
Little girls in red, white, and blue – joyful, hopeful portraits of the past and present in one parade of darling innocence.
Acknowledging that freedom and independence come with sacrifice, fighting for what you value, and a steep price.
Knowing that I’m strong enough to move forward and make a brighter future for myself.