Wednesday, January 25, 2017

“O my Luve’s like a red, red rose.”

~ Robert Burns

The other day I was shooting photos with a dried rose. My husband took note.

Yesterday he brought a single red rose home for me.

This is love.

Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.

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