Hey Valeria I’m not sure how I missed this, as I read this on a very wet Sunday morning in the week I had my 66th Birthday and became a Grandad for the first time to a beautiful little girl called Mila .. my heart cracked a little not on the sadness of the story but on the beautiful writing, the lost postcard and hope for the future that love is the word and in it’s gentleness will always prevail.
This one broke my heart a little, if only because what I want for you - and for all my friends is to liked, loved, held and seen so fully, without doubt and with the kind of consistency that is is the language of being cared for.
What a beautiful read Valeria, thank you
Thank you, Mark—it means so much!
Beautiful
Thank you so much, Ian
Hey Valeria I’m not sure how I missed this, as I read this on a very wet Sunday morning in the week I had my 66th Birthday and became a Grandad for the first time to a beautiful little girl called Mila .. my heart cracked a little not on the sadness of the story but on the beautiful writing, the lost postcard and hope for the future that love is the word and in it’s gentleness will always prevail.
🙏🏼 Geoff
This one broke my heart a little, if only because what I want for you - and for all my friends is to liked, loved, held and seen so fully, without doubt and with the kind of consistency that is is the language of being cared for.