What love looks like to me.

I was tired. Life was being tiresome again.

Sorry life.

I called my sis. Yakked a bit. We said our goodnight. Ah. Love.

I had a final cup of ☕ coffee. Content. Ah, love.

I sat. Still. Thinking of a mom I missed dearly. Aha, love.

I lay in bed 🛏. Comfy. Contemplating. Dreaming of dreams that may come true, by morning light. Oh, love.

I woke. Stretched. Readied for a day not ready for me. Yes, love.

That’s what love looks like to me…

Today.

As for tomorrow?

Beats me, beloveds. I am too busy loving, today. Today. While I have breath. While I still have a say in today.

Take care. Be encouraged. Be sure and pass out some water balloons, er, love, to the newbies. And, in case she is a foot, pop an old-bie or two. Must play fair, eh, Britta?

loving,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Note: Don’t let the battles of life keep you from living and loving. Life is short. What does love look like to you today?

Remember you are loved and not alone.

• COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️‍🩹
• BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
• Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
• Still In Love
• REAL TALK: DESPISE NOT SMALL BEGINNINGS, BELOVEDS.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢