hope.

last night, ophelia fell asleep holding my hand. after being apart from the girls for nearly a year and being so quickly taken back into their hearts and lives, sweet gestures like this really give me hope not just for myself or these next two months, but for everything. it's one of those sweet little moments in life where you know that in the end, things will be okay.

with all of the hate and uproar going on in the world, i thought i would share my tranquil little moment of hope and love.

have a sweet day, cuppycakes!

they say lightning never strikes twice.

and they're wrong. i once met a man who was struck by lightning not once, not even twice, but THREE times. and i'm sure i don't have to tell that the chances of that actually occurring lie in a very small decimal somewhere between slim and none. my thoughts wander back to that man at times when i feel something incredibly unlikely has happened to me- times like today.