Cold morning, hot coffee, down comforter, something to read, something to write on, feather pillow. And the mountain. Hello 54 I think I love you.
Cold morning, hot coffee, down comforter, something to read, something to write on, feather pillow. And the mountain. Hello 54 I think I love you.
two innocents 
welcome to the club! it’s better than I ever expected and remember, we are fine wine, aging beautifully, with grace and wisdom… Happy Belated Birthday ❤ xox
You know Dahling, that thing, called a father, had said when I turned 21, “well, it’s down hill all the way now” was….wrong. We can only, go up, from there. ❤ ❤