March 28, 2026
Sunday afternoon at the coast. Salt on our skin, sand in our shoes, and nowhere we needed to be.
"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want." — Psalm 23:1
March 22, 2026
Pancakes and sleepy eyes. The kitchen smelled like butter and coffee.
March 15, 2026
Golden hour in the park. We walked until the light went soft.