Old family photographs.

My niece gifted me four framed photos of my mother and sister. My sister, who was 9 y/o or so at the time, at the beach in a swim suit standing in the water. With another photo of mama posing in a 1940-ish Ford sedan. And soon Cousin Al will send me a hard drive of videos (film transferred to video) of family gatherings. Really looking forward to seeing that. My uncle was a photographer for the city's Black newspaper and looooooved taking photos and my family liked being photographed.

It's nice and fun seeing loved ones at an earlier age but it's that connection to the past that moves me to the core. Lucky me.

The quiet moments between us when he whispers a sweet notion in my ear or when we are together with friends and my love shares something intimate about us to our friends: it is during these moments that I know how much my guy loves me and knows me like a book; which, in turn, causes me to love him more. He is my all in all, my forever and ever.



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Seasonal change in my home state … (time spent in nature)
 

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(if you know me)hands...then lips



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