These walking sticks belonged to my grandparents. My grandfather carved them. Whenever I take a moment to stop and really notice them resting side by side, it is so bittersweet. They gently remind me that sometimes, love can be simple. After all, I think that’s what we all really want – someone who will always want to walk with us.
Want to Start at the Beginning?
- Day 301/365 Braving The Rapids
- The Thing About Jaime
- Day 299/365 Gone
- Day 298/365 Be Here (and here and here…) Now
- Day 297/365 Broken Compass
- Day 296/365 Can You Still Hold Me?
- Day 295/365 The Space Between
- Day 294/365 (You Don’t Have To) Do It Yourself (This Time)
- Day 293/365 Fear is a Needy Neighbor, Maybe I Should Fix Her Up
- Day 292/365 Dot to Dot
- Day 291/365 Let Go or Be Dragged
- Day 290/365 The Way You Made Us Feel
- Day 289/365 One-couches and Sugar-muffins
- Day 288/365 Shamefaced
- Day 287/365 F*ck That