A new day, a fresh perspective, and another try. Every day is day one.
Saturday, April 5, 2014
Each of these rocks has meaning for me.
Every time I share a memory with people I love, on a beach obviously, I find a rock to hold onto as a keepsake. It helps me always hold onto that memory.
One memory rock is for my niece & nephew in Texas.
One memory rock is from when my step-dad died, and the last is when my son came home for good.