Morning Tuvia and Slicers,
Blizzard outside, a hive of cooking inside as my brother and sister-in-law work together, moving to the rhythm of the Boss as they cook cabbage soup.
I’m watching, tearing from the cut raw onions and remembering when I was moving to your rhythms, enjoying our life together on a beach.
I’m watching… tearing… smiling…. remembering… moving to solo activity… glad to be here, not so happy…living in a reality not of my choosing…
Miss your impatience with snow…
Bonnie S.
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We don’t choose our reality, it happens and we just have to deal with it. Today is a good soup day.
Easier said than done friend
Cabbage soup sounds perfect for today. Enjoy!
I love the contrasts of the pictures. I’m sorry for your hard time.
Comes with the territory
Thanks
The heart longs to be on a beach with T, but instead you are sequestered with family riding out the snow. It’s good to be with family during this storm outside and inside yourself. What app creates the outline drawing?
Waterlogue
Wow, it really did come! Glad again you’re with family, and cooking soup is just right.
Sometimes the missing is so strong. Not easy, but thankful for the times that cause such strong feelings.