three hundred and forty seven



27 December. There is nothing like life lessons passed on from generation to generation. Especially the lost art of skimming stones. I am grateful for uncles, both mine and theirs, and especially for their neverending patience and love.

three hundred and forty five



25 December. A lapa christmas, a touch of style, an umbrella, laughter and love. I am grateful for an authentic celebration, for continued traditions and for the fact that no distance can separate us from those we love. We are together even when we are not.