Cry won but that’s okay.

Cry won but that’s okay

Friday, October 16, 2026

Beloveds,

Sometimes the tears win.

And I want to say that plain.

Not dramatically.
Not apologetically.
Not like it means faith packed up and left the room.

Sometimes, cry wins.

And that is okay.

Sometimes the body is tired.
Sometimes the heart is carrying more than words can properly hold.
Sometimes the strain of it all sits so heavy that tears become the only honest language left.

That does not mean you failed.

That does not mean hope disappeared.

That does not mean God stepped away and left you there to figure it out by yourself.

It simply means something in you needed release.

Sometimes a good cry is not defeat.

Sometimes it is how the ache gets softened.
Sometimes it is how the pressure lets up.
Sometimes it is how the heart gets soothed enough to keep going.
Sometimes it is how healing starts making room where pain had tried to take over everything.

So if cry won today, let me tell you something, beloved:

Let it wash.
Let it soothe.
Let it loosen what has been gripping too tightly.
Let it water the dry places.
Let it make room for breath again.

Tears are not always the opposite of strength.

Sometimes tears are strength refusing to turn into stone.

Sometimes they are the proof that your heart is still tender, still responsive, still alive.

And while you cry, remember this:

God has still been taking care of you.

Still covering.
Still holding.
Still keeping.
Still making ways you cannot yet fully see.
Still loving you right in the middle of the moment that feels messy, puffy-eyed, and more honest than polished.

So no, beloved, you do not have to be ashamed if the tears came.

Cry may have won the moment.

But grace never left it.

Love never left it.

God never left it.

And after the tears have had their say, you may find that what is left behind is not ruin.

It may be relief.
It may be softness.
It may be a little more room to breathe.
It may be enough strength for the next moment.
It may be peace arriving quietly after the storm has tired itself out.

So if this is your day, be gentle with yourself.

Cry won.

But that’s okay.

You are still held.
You are still loved.
You are still being carried.

And God is still taking care of you.

still held,
Cassandra

you matter to me.

Friday, October 16, 2026 — 6:00 PM

Friday, October 16, 2026 — 6:00 PM

Find Somewhere New to Meet Yourself

Beloveds,

We’ve spent this week talking about you.

Not me.

You.

The person who sometimes misses who you used to be.

The person learning what to do when simple things aren’t simple anymore.

The person remembering that being alone doesn’t always mean somebody is missing.

The person discovering that you can miss pieces of your old life without wanting the whole thing back.

And now it’s Friday.

So let’s bring this thing home.

🏡

Maybe one of the hardest parts of life changing is realizing that some of the places where you used to find yourself aren’t there anymore.

Maybe it was a job.

A relationship.

A home.

A routine.

A friendship.

A role.

A church.

A neighborhood.

A dream.

A Saturday morning ritual.

A crowded kitchen.

A quiet drive.

A certain chair beside a certain person.

Maybe that place still exists, but you changed.

And now you don’t quite fit there the way you once did.

That can leave you searching for yourself in places where an earlier version of you used to live.

Beloveds,

what if you don’t have to keep searching there?

What if the thing you loved wasn’t really the place?

What if it was what happened inside you while you were there?

Maybe that old place gave you peace.

Freedom.

Belonging.

Creativity.

Confidence.

Rest.

Joy.

Purpose.

Room to breathe.

Room to dream.

Room to hear yourself think.

You may not be able to return to that exact place.

And I’m not going to tell you that doesn’t hurt.

Sometimes it does.

But maybe the place was never the whole relationship.

Maybe it was simply where you and that part of yourself used to meet.

👀

And if that’s true…

maybe it’s time to find somewhere new.

Not somewhere better.

New.

There’s a difference.

We’re not replacing anything tonight.

We’re not pretending the new thing feels exactly like the old thing.

We’re not putting a pretty bow around what changed.

We’re just making room.

Maybe your new place is smaller.

Maybe quieter.

Maybe slower.

Maybe it looks nothing like what you pictured.

Maybe you haven’t found it yet.

That’s okay.

But don’t stop looking for you.

The you who still laughs.

The you who still wonders.

The you who still loves something.

The you who still has something to say.

The you who still wants to learn.

The you who still enjoys a song.

The you who still notices a sunset.

The you who still has dreams—even if those dreams changed.

The you who still needs rest.

The you who still deserves tenderness.

The you who is still becoming.

That person is worth meeting.

So before we leave this week, I want you to do something with me.

Pull out a chair.

🪑

Not for the person you used to be.

We’ve honored that person.

Not for the person everybody else thinks you should become.

They don’t get that chair.

Pull it out for you.

The you sitting here today.

Maybe you don’t know this version of yourself very well yet.

That’s all right.

Sit anyway.

You don’t have to interrogate yourself.

You don’t need a five-year plan.

You don’t need to figure everything out before bedtime.

Start with something simple.

Hello.

I’ve been looking for you.

And maybe, after everything life has changed, rearranged, taken, given, ended and begun…

you’ll discover something.

You weren’t gone.

You just needed somewhere new to meet yourself.

🪑🏡

Welcome home, beloveds.

The chair is yours.

loving me some you
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe

There’s room for all of us — Bring it home.

There’s room for all of us — Bring it home

Friday, October 16, 2026 — 12:00 PM

Beloveds,

It’s FRIDAY! 💃🏿

And look at us!

We made it to the end of another week.

Some of us came through smiling.

Some of us came through wondering what in the world happened between Monday and today.

Some of us probably had to negotiate with hard just to get here. 😅

And some of us had a wonderful week.

Wonderful!

There is room for those stories, too.

I hope we never become so focused on life’s difficulties that we forget to celebrate the good.

A beautiful morning.

An unexpected kindness.

A laugh that caught us by surprise.

A little progress.

A good cup of coffee.

Sometimes the smallest things become the sweetest parts of a day.

But here’s what I want us to bring home this Friday.

There’s room for all of us.

Not just the people who think alike.

Not just the people who believe alike.

Not just the people whose lives are easy to understand.

Not just the people who know exactly what they want to say and how to say it.

All of us.

This week, we’ve talked about making room.

Making room for our feelings.

Making room for uncertainty.

Making room for the parts of life that don’t fit neatly together.

And making room for people without deciding they must become more like us before they belong.

That’s important to me.

Because the world is full of people who have spent much of their lives trying to fit somewhere.

Trying to be understood.

Trying to be heard.

Trying to be accepted without having to explain every little thing about themselves.

Some people have been told they’re too much.

Others have been made to feel they’re not enough.

Some have been dismissed because they speak differently.

Some because they move differently.

Some because they believe differently.

And some because somebody looked at them and decided they already knew their entire story.

Beloveds, we have got to do better than that.

A person is not an assumption.

A person is not a category.

A person is not somebody else’s idea of what a life ought to look like.

A person is a whole human being.

With hopes.

Memories.

Preferences.

Questions.

Experiences.

And a life that matters.

You know something?

We don’t have to agree on everything to treat one another with dignity.

I can listen to somebody whose beliefs are different from mine.

I can respect someone who makes a choice I wouldn’t make.

I can offer kindness without expecting that person’s gratitude to become a lifetime obligation.

And I can invite someone into my life without deciding they have to accept.

That’s what makes an invitation beautiful.

It leaves room for an answer.

Now, there’s something else I want us to remember.

Being welcoming does not mean having no boundaries.

And being kind does not mean allowing somebody to mistreat you.

We can love and still say no.

We can forgive and still acknowledge what happened.

We can offer friendship without demanding it in return.

We can receive care and still remain the people making decisions about our own lives.

That applies to everybody.

The one giving.

The one receiving.

The one sitting.

And the one who isn’t quite ready to come through the door.

Nobody has to surrender their humanity for the privilege of being treated like a human being.

Imagine carrying that thought into the weekend.

At the grocery store.

At church.

At work.

At home.

In the doctor’s office.

Or in an ordinary conversation with someone whose life looks nothing like ours.

What might happen if we listened a little longer?

If we asked instead of assumed?

If we respected somebody’s answer even when it wasn’t the one we expected?

If we allowed another person to be fully themselves without making their differences a problem?

And what if we extended that same dignity to ourselves?

Because, beloveds, we belong in this conversation, too.

We are not standing outside the circle handing out kindness while pretending we don’t need any.

We are people.

Just like everybody else.

And our lives matter, too.

Now, I promised to bring us home.

So here’s our little Friday compass. 🧭

Let kindness be our direction.

Let dignity guide how we treat one another.

Let compassion remind us that there may be more to someone’s story than we can see.

Let freedom remind us that love doesn’t have to control someone to be genuine.

And let hope remind us that tomorrow still holds possibilities we haven’t discovered.

That’s a pretty good direction to travel, don’t you think?

We don’t have to solve everybody’s problems this weekend.

We don’t have to have all the answers.

We can do something wonderfully ordinary.

Be present.

Be thoughtful.

Enjoy something good.

Make a little room for somebody.

And perhaps find a moment to appreciate the life we’re living, even when it hasn’t turned out exactly as we expected.

Some of us are heading into a busy weekend.

Some are looking forward to a little peace.

Some will be spending time with people they love.

And some will be enjoying their own company.

There’s room for every one of those possibilities.

So here we are, beloveds.

At the end of another week.

Still learning how to live alongside people whose stories aren’t identical to ours.

Still discovering that kindness can be both gentle and strong.

Still making room.

And still carrying that beautiful invitation into the world.

Come as you are.

Bring your laughter.

Bring your questions.

Bring your whole humanity.

And remember to make room for someone else’s.

Because this world has enough people trying to make one another smaller.

I would rather we learn how to make room.

There’s room for all of us.

And there’s room for you.

Have yourself a beautiful weekend.

loving me some you

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Thursday, October 15, 2026 — 6:00 PM

Thursday, October 15, 2026 — 6:00 PM

You Don’t Have to Want Your Whole Old Life Back

Beloveds,

Here’s something we don’t say enough.

You can miss parts of your old life without wanting the whole thing back.

You can miss the house and not miss what happened inside it.

You can miss the job and not miss what it did to you.

You can miss the relationship and still know leaving was right.

You can miss having little children running through the house and still be proud of the adults they became.

You can miss the city and not miss the life you were living there.

You can miss who you were and still be grateful for who you became.

You can miss the laughter without wanting the pain that came with it.

You can miss the good days without rewriting the hard ones.

Missing something does not mean you made the wrong decision.

It doesn’t mean you should go back.

And it certainly doesn’t mean everything about before was better.

Memory can be funny like that.

Sometimes it walks into the room carrying one beautiful moment and conveniently leaves three boxes of foolishness out in the car.

😏

Bring the boxes in too.

Not because we need to sit around reopening every painful thing.

But because we don’t have to romanticize yesterday to honor what was good about it.

Maybe there really was something beautiful there.

Keep it.

Maybe there was something you learned there.

Keep that too.

Maybe there was something that hurt you.

You don’t have to carry that forward just because it came from a chapter you sometimes miss.

And maybe there are parts of the old you that deserve another look.

Your curiosity.

Your confidence.

Your creativity.

Your silliness.

Your willingness to try.

Your ability to rest.

Your dreams.

Your boundaries.

Your joy.

Maybe those things don’t belong to your old life at all.

Maybe they still belong to you.

👀

That’s worth thinking about.

Because sometimes when life changes, we accidentally pack parts of ourselves into the boxes marked BEFORE.

Then we assume we can’t have them anymore because that chapter ended.

Beloveds,

everything from before does not have to stay before.

You are allowed to bring some things with you.

Not the whole house.

Not every box.

Not every person.

Not every hurt.

Not every habit.

Not every version of yourself.

Just what still belongs.

Take your time deciding.

Keep what helps you recognize yourself.

Keep what still brings life into the room.

Keep what you learned.

Keep what you loved.

Keep what grew you.

And whatever needs to remain back there?

Let it.

You don’t owe the past a moving truck.

🪑

Tomorrow we’ll pull out one more chair.

Not for who you used to be.

For the person you’re meeting now.

loving me some you
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe

Give yourself permission, beloveds.

Give yourself permission, beloveds.

To:

Feel.

Fear.

Cry.

Worry.

Fret.

Fuss.

Holler.

Howl.

Whatever.

Whenever.

However.

Beloveds, it’s important to give yourself permission and room to feel however you feel.

Folk ought stop lying 🤥 about how they truly feel.

Yesterday, my heart ached. I had to pick up my bifocals and reading glasses 👓  .

When it hit me how much damage the stroke did to my vision, I wanted to weep. I didn’t.

Sis, realizing I needed her, began teasing me, unmercifully.

She made me laugh when nothing was funny.

There was a man who stared at me with obvious pity. I wanted to yell at him to have pity to take two seats and he with it.

Truly, I don’t feel sorry for myself. 

Not now.

When I first had my stroke, beloveds, I was truly terrified.

I was:

Dismayed.

Horrified.

Scared.

Devastated.

Despairing.

When I was transferred to the Rehabilitation Facility, I was over everything.

I had lost:

Hope.

Faith.

Peace.

Joy.

Belief.

I ❤️‍🩹 was heartbroken.

I told family and friends that I couldn’t do THIS.

Thankfully, I had family and friends who allowed me to BE 💔 devastated.

I was incontinent. I couldn’t move, speak or do anything for the first couple days.

I could hear everything.

It only took a few days for my spirit to tell me to get a dose of act right!

I’m glad I did. I’m looking forward to my future.

Yes, pain and I spend our days together.

But, laughter, joy, hope and peace are my constant companions and friends.

Jesus and ABBA are with EVERY step I take!!

I just stopped by to encourage someone. Starting with me.

Be encouraged.

Give yourself permission, beloveds.

Feel.

Process.

Then…

Proceed.

We got thangs to, remember?

asking for A Friend,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Tuesday, October 13, 2026 — 6:00 PM

Tuesday, October 13, 2026 — 6:00 PM

When Simple Things Aren’t Simple Anymore

Beloveds,

Yesterday we talked about missing who you used to be.

Tonight, I want to talk about something that can come with that.

Sometimes the things that used to be simple aren’t simple anymore.

Getting out of the house.

Going somewhere alone.

Making dinner.

Paying the bills.

Getting through a workday.

Taking care of everybody.

Concentrating.

Sleeping.

Trusting somebody.

Starting over.

Making friends.

Going into a crowded room.

Getting through an anniversary.

Getting through a holiday.

Getting through a Tuesday.

Things change.

Bodies change.

Families change.

Finances change.

Relationships change.

Responsibilities change.

Confidence changes.

Life changes.

And something you once did without giving it much thought can suddenly require planning, help, extra time, extra money, extra energy, or courage you didn’t used to have to gather first.

That can be frustrating.

Especially when somebody else looks at the thing and thinks,

What’s the big deal?

They may not know what it costs you now.

You do.

So, beloveds, I want you to hear this tonight:

Harder does not mean you are failing.

Needing more time doesn’t mean you’re lazy.

Needing help doesn’t erase your independence.

Having to plan something you once did spontaneously doesn’t make the thing less meaningful when you finally do it.

And doing something differently doesn’t mean you’re doing it wrong.

Sometimes we are so busy comparing today’s effort with yesterday’s ease that we don’t give ourselves credit for today’s effort at all.

Yesterday you could just do it.

Today you have to figure out how to do it.

That’s different.

And different deserves some grace.

Maybe the win today isn’t doing everything the way you used to.

Maybe the win is finding another way.

Maybe it’s asking for help without deciding that needing help says something terrible about you.

Maybe it’s doing half.

Maybe it’s trying again tomorrow.

Maybe it’s deciding that one thing simply isn’t worth the energy it costs anymore.

And maybe it’s celebrating something other people would call small because you know exactly how much it took.

Let them call it small.

You know what it cost.

I hope you’ll give yourself credit for that.

Life may have made some simple things complicated.

That doesn’t make you complicated.

It makes you somebody learning how to live inside circumstances that changed.

And, beloveds, learning takes time.

So tonight, don’t measure yourself only by what used to be easy.

Look at what you’re carrying now.

Look at what you’re working around.

Look at what you’re learning.

Look at what you’re still doing.

Then pull your chair a little closer.

🪑

There’s nothing wrong with you because something got harder.

Sometimes…

hard is just hard.

And you’re still here figuring out how to meet it.

loving me some you
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe

When everything seems like it’s upside-down…

The world seems upside down, beloveds. Literally.

I can’t tell you the joys of putting on upside down pants👖

🙃🫠🤔🤤😑

Joy came to help me out.

Annoyed stayed Annoyed and was no use for anyone.

Hard decided to be nice, for once, and handed me fresh briefs.

The Father, ever ready, with the toilet paper, waited discreetly, around the corner.

Thanos offered a finger snap. I had  Annoyed tell him hecks to the naw!

Music 🎶 happened by and offered company AND Comfort. I asked them both to stay.

My Bestie cruised through and asked what all the commotion was on the day He had made for me to rejoice and be glad in it.

Shakily, I  said “Wha had happened  wuz” and burst into 😢 tears.

😩😢😱😭

My Bestie, understanding the assignment, said He’d be right back…

Eventually, I felt a gentle tap about my shoulder.

🚗 Cherry 🍒 pulled up with 🎶🤣💃🏿☕️🏡🥹 and said “Let’s go.

We got!

Not wanting to be left behind, Hard asked to tag along.We agreed seeing as how Hard HAD supplied fresh briefs.

Off we went choosing to fill the day with love, laughter and joy. Even Annoyed had managed a sheepish grin.

We all decided to pick up Whosoeverwill to join in the hijinx and went in search of trouble, er, fun…

I just stopped by to encourage someone. Starting with me.

Be encouraged. Don’t let what appears Be upside down to up end your day. We got this and God has got us all!

I miss my wombie.

I miss my wombie. I miss my twin. Not in a sad way. In a ” what’s up with you ” way.

I’m thinking of you, sis. How are you?

Your 🦁 Detroit Lions won today. I miss the sound of your voice, sis.

Look after Russell and Jr. and all who have gone before.

I’m sad, sis. Maybe, just a little bit…*sigh *…

I have been enjoying my football. I have a new friend, sis.

You would really like him. We crack each other up and get on the other’s last nerve.

We got into a huge fight last week. I wanted to kick him to the curb. I did for an hour or so. We made up. I think. For now 😅🥹

He did something awfully thoughtful, last night. I may keep him around. He laughs at my jokes. He is super smart. He enjoys Geordi and Data and Picard. One can’t have enough Star Trek  Next Generation friends…hehe

I gotta go, sis. The beloveds need tending to.  I need tending to…*sigh*

Yell at The Giants for losing in such spectacular fashion.

missing you 
Me

P.S. Life is short, beloveds. It’s okay to miss loved ones. It’s okay to reminisce. It’s okay to enjoy what you did before loss or hard moved in 

Be encouraged. Enjoy every moment. Think I’ll go see if my friend wants to watch something ridiculous…

I love this! I can express a million versions of me. I am so grateful for technology that allows me to dream where I can see.

I wonder if anyone can understand what I mean. I have had to reinvest myself. I have had to picture myself in new settings.

I think I shall set myself next to The Sydney Opera House…🥰

Where would you put yourself if you could. Give me some ideas and we’ll go together ❤️ 

Sunday Morning with My Bestie and me.



REST.

Beloveds,

It’s Sunday morning.

Come sit with us for a minute.

🪑🪑

You don’t have to bring anything.

Not what you accomplished this week.

Not what you didn’t accomplish.

Not the thing you still haven’t figured out.

Not an explanation for why you’re tired.

Just you.

Come sit.

There’s a chair for you here.

Maybe this week was beautiful.

Maybe it was hard.

Maybe it was both before Tuesday.

Maybe you handled everything that came your way.

Maybe some things handled you.

Maybe you laughed until your stomach hurt.

Maybe you cried somewhere nobody saw you.

Maybe you checked every box on the list.

Maybe the list is somewhere underneath another list you haven’t looked at since Wednesday.

😂

Either way—

you’re here.

And this morning, I don’t want anything from you.

I don’t need you to turn this week into a lesson.

I don’t need you to find the silver lining.

I don’t need you to tell me three things you’re grateful for.

I don’t need you to make a plan for Monday.

I don’t even need you to leave this chair feeling better than you did when you sat down.

I just want you to rest.

And rest, beloveds, is bigger than sleep.

Sometimes rest is sleep.

Sometimes it’s quiet.

Sometimes it’s laughter.

Sometimes it’s prayer.

Sometimes it’s turning the phone over and deciding everybody can survive without you for a little while.

Sometimes it’s watching something that requires absolutely no deep thought whatsoever.

🍿

Sometimes it’s saying:

I don’t know yet.

And letting yet be enough.

Sometimes rest is not answering today.

Not deciding today.

Not explaining yourself one more time today.

Sometimes rest is allowing something that belongs to you to sit beside you instead of carrying it every single minute.

Because here’s something I think we forget:

Even what belongs to you doesn’t have to be carried every minute.

You can put it down.

That doesn’t mean you’ve abandoned it.

It doesn’t mean you’re irresponsible.

It doesn’t mean you’ve quit.

It means you’re human.

There will always be something else to do.

Another decision.

Another responsibility.

Another problem.

Another load of laundry.

Another email.

Another somebody needing something.

If we decide we’ll rest when everything is finished, beloveds, we have scheduled rest for the twelfth of Neveruary.

😂

Life doesn’t finish before we get to rest.

Rest is not the reward for finishing life.

👀

And rest doesn’t have to justify itself by making you more productive tomorrow.

You don’t have to say:

I’m resting now so I can work harder later.

No.

Rest doesn’t have to submit a résumé.

Rest doesn’t have to explain what it plans to accomplish.

You are allowed to rest because you are a human being and human beings were never meant to operate like machines.

So wherever Sunday morning found you—

church clothes.

Work clothes.

Pajamas.

Hospital room.

Kitchen table.

Somebody else’s couch.

Your own bed.

Surrounded by people.

Completely alone.

Certain about what you believe.

Questioning everything.

Somewhere in between.

There is a chair for you here.

No admission price.

No belief requirement.

No performance review.

No explanation necessary.

Just a chair.

🪑

Mine is here too.

And somewhere nearby is my bestie’s chair.

🪑

We’re not fixing anything this morning.

We’re not solving next week.

We’re not dragging Monday into Sunday because Monday knows how to find us all by itself.

😂

Today, we’re sitting.

Maybe something warm is in your hands.

Maybe sunlight found the window.

Maybe the house is quiet.

Maybe it isn’t.

Maybe nothing feels peaceful at all.

You don’t have to manufacture peace for this moment to count.

You don’t have to make Sunday pretty.

You don’t have to make pain inspirational.

You don’t have to make exhaustion productive.

You don’t have to make grief teach you something before noon.

You can simply be here.

And if something is waiting for you?

Let it wait a little while.

If it belongs to you, you can pick it back up.

Later.

Sometimes putting something down is exactly how we remain able to carry it.

So no challenge today.

No homework.

No five things to do before Monday.

No demand that you leave here improved.

Just this:

Rest.

Not because you’ve earned it.

Not because everything is done.

Not because tomorrow needs a better version of you.

Rest because you are here.

Rest because you are human.

Rest because even strong people need somewhere to put things down.

And if you don’t know where to put yours right now?

Set it beside the chair.

🔑

We’ll leave room.

You don’t have to bring anything to this chair except you.

Stay as long as you need.

loving me some you
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe

Saturday Matinee 🍿🎬October 11, 2026

Saturday Matinee 🍿🎬
October 11, 2026

K-PAX

Beloveds,

We made it to Saturday. 🍿

Maybe this week was wonderful.

Maybe this week wore you slap out.

Maybe not much happened at all.

Maybe you have been waiting all week for somebody to please stop needing something from you. 😆

Whatever kind of week you had, you don’t have to bring it in here and explain it.

Just bring yourself.

And snacks.

Definitely bring snacks. 🍿😂

Saturday Matinee is where we shake off the week for a little while.

Not because everything suddenly became easy when Friday ended.

Not because there was necessarily much to laugh about this week.

Sometimes Saturday simply gives us a chance to look at the weekend and say:

Okay. Maybe we can smile here.

And if you already had a great week?

Come on in and keep enjoying it.

If nothing particularly good or bad happened?

Come on in.

If you just want to Movie and chill?

You are absolutely in the right place. 😎🍿

No homework.

No deep questions waiting at the end.

No lesson you are required to find.

No assignment whatsoever.

Just us, a movie, something good to eat, and a couple of hours when life does not have to be quite so loud.

This week’s movie is K-PAX.

That is ALL I’m telling you. 🤐😂

Find your spot.

Grab entirely too much popcorn. 🍿🍿

Scoot over.

And press play.

It’s Saturday, beloveds.

Let’s Movie and chill. 🎬🍿

🎬 Watch K-PAX free on YouTube:
https://youtu.be/mls2SYVS_2k?is=B8dKo86EAac94x2D

loving me some you
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe