Tonight I watched a video that had me in tears within seconds. It was a home video taken at a wedding of a mother and son having their last ever dance together. The mum had breast cancer and eventually died three days later. It made me realize how lucky I am to still have my parents and how incredible they are. They have been my rock for 25 years and I often feel guilty for not expressing how grateful I am for them, for all they have done for me and telling them how proud I am of them. They say “you can choose your friends, but not your family” and I am absolutely fine with that. They are my biggest inspiration and have been there for me through thick and thin and I could not imagine anyone I would rather have in my life.
It is my favorite time of day. The light is orange and the trees and flowers have a soft, white outline around them.
It is my favorite time of day, when the world is covered in a warm glow.
As I sit on my bed, watching out of my window, the last couple rays of sun shine on my face and I close my eyes, feeling content.