Scooped

This is a photo I took to describe the times when I was at the lowest point of my life and then a hand scooped me and delicately place me in the middle of his palm and let me cry to my heart’s content, so I can pick up myself again.

Growing old with you

This is how I envisioned myself: sitting on that bench, hair silver and gray, wrinkles everywhere, still holding hands with my husband, still giggling like little kids, admiring nature and just letting the time pass by for this has been a good life.