hello roll up piano, hello monday

hello monday By October 17, 2016 No Comments

If you’ve spent any time around here, you know David LOVES keyboards. Nothing makes him happier. We’ve bought pretty much every kid keyboard from every major retailer–but every once in a while I spot something new. Last week on Amazon I spotted this ‘roll up’ keyboard. It’s flexible and light. It’s not meant for kids in particular but I knew David would love it. And he does! Also, it makes a really nice sound {not like a cheap kid keyboard}. We’ve all been playing with it–so fun!

It’s Monday, how about some hellos?

hello-roll-up-piano-01 Hello making music all day long. I love the tunes he taps out.

hello-roll-up-piano-02 Hello thick hair! This kid has the thickest hair ever!

hello-roll-up-piano-03 Hello passion. Matthias is all about art. David is all about music. I love that they have hobbies they’re passionate about.

Hello roll up keyboard. We’re so happy we found you!

Hello haircuts this week.

Hello rain! We had two rainy days–not a ton of rain but we’ll take it!

Hello watching these movies with Matthias.

Hello cleaning out cupboards–I love a clean, minimal space.

Hello getting back into our regular routine after being away for a few days. I’m always surprised how hard it is to re-enter regular life. It takes me a few days to get my bearings.

Hello amazing book. If you’re super hard on yourself this book just might change your life. It’s definitely been huge for me!

Hello to you! It’s a brand new week with beauty to be found. What are you saying hello to this week?


The Unexpected Gift

hope, the meaning behind By October 12, 2016 9 Comments

“I have a gift for you.” said the God of the Universe. “I made this precious gift just for you. I’m giving you this gift because I love you.”

I closed my eyes and held out my hands with anticipation.

“What will it be?” I wondered with childlike curiosity.

“Is it something wonderful like traveling to a far away country to see exotic and amazing things?” I asked God.

“No,” He replied. It’s far more wonderful than that.”

“Is it riches? I’ll have a large home, fine clothing, lovely things?” I asked.

“No,” He replied. “It’s much finer than anything you can own.”

“Is it beauty?” I asked. “Will I be graceful and pretty with bright eyes and long legs?”

“No,” He replied. “This gift is far more valuable than physical beauty.”

“Is it wisdom?” I asked. “Will I understand the great scholars and philosophers?”

“No,” he replied. “It isn’t wisdom. Your gift will bring deeper insights than wisdom can provide.”

“What is it?” I asked.

God placed the wrapped gift in my hands. This wasn’t the gift I expected. I didn’t understand it. It felt heavy—so heavy I could hardly hold it.

“Don’t unwrap it.” God said. “When the time is right, you’ll see the gift for what is truly is. Until then, trust me.”

“This can’t be my gift.” I told God. “It’s much too heavy for me to hold. It hurts when I hold this gift.”

“You can’t understand the gift yet,” God explained. “but this gift is made just for you.”

“I don’t want this gift. Can I have a different gift? This gift is too much for me. This gift feels painful and raw. Please God, anything but this.” I pleaded.

God spoke soothing words to me in quiet, hushed tones, “Just wait. Just breathe. Just be. Trust me. I made this beautiful gift just for you. You think it’s too heavy right now, but I will help you carry it.”

“Okay.” I finally agreed. “I will accept the gift. I don’t want it, I don’t understand it, but you are the God of the Universe. You are a good and loving God.”

I was surrounded by darkness. I felt afraid–nothing made sense. Those around me seemed to think everything was fine. Didn’t they understand? Nothing was fine.  I couldn’t see the way forward.

“I know you can’t make sense of this.” whispered God. “I will help you carry this gift. I will direct you each step of the way. I will walk beside you and soon you’ll begin to see things clearly.”

I held my gift and began to cry heavy, salty tears. The tears came freely, so freely I wondered if they would ever stop. On and on they flowed, so many tears.


“Let the tears come.” whispered God. “Every tear you cry makes room for more joy than you can imagine.”

The ache in my heart was almost too much to bear. There were times I was sure my heart would break into a million tiny pieces. It was an ache so deep it seemed to come from a place inside me I didn’t know was there.

“I know you’re hurting.” whispered God. “This ache is because I am growing and stretching your heart to make room for a love deeper than you can imagine.”

With time my gift began to change me.

After a while it didn’t feel quite so heavy.

The tears made room for joy. So much joy.

My heart grew and stretched to make room for love. So much love.

As the darkness subsided, rays of light began to break through and something unexpected emerged.

Beneath the tears, heartache and darkness I saw my gift.

Hope. So much hope.

It filled me up. My hope was light and bright and good. It was so beautiful my soul could hardly take it.


God explained, “You had to walk through darkness to see the light. You had to cry heavy, salty tears to make room for joy. You had to ache deep in your heart to make room for love. This was the only way I could give you my true and lasting Hope.”

“Thank you.” I said. “The darkness has subsided and I can see more clearly. My tears have dried and made room for joy. My heart is bigger and I can love more deeply. I have hope. Hope is a gift more precious and beautiful than I ever imagined.”


hello nook, hello monday

hello monday By October 10, 2016 2 Comments

Our home is a newer build–around 2000, and it has a few nooks built in. They add interest to our home sometimes I wonder what to put inside them! Last week I refreshed the nook near our dining room table with some thrifted baskets and sunburst mirrors that were on clearance at TJ Maxx. And I’m loving it!

It’s Monday, how about some hellos?
hello-nook-lisa-leonard-01  Hello mirrors reflecting light. Hello light giving hope to the soul.

hello-nook-lisa-leonard-02 Hello vintage ma and dreaming of new places to visit.

hello-nook-lisa-leonard-03 Hello cactus planted in the glass shade of an old light fixture. I can’t believe how much the cactus has grown in the last couple weeks.

Hello heat wave and tank tops in October. It always surprises me but it happens every fall.

Hello making time to think, dream and just be this week.

Hello feeling thankful for my husband and the way he loves me and our boys.

Hello seeing my boys grow and change overnight. The teenage years are pretty great.

Hello loving this new show. Do you have a favorite new fall show?

Hello beginning this book today. Have you read it?

Hello tears that heal and make space for love.

Hello stepping out bravely into the world and letting it be exactly what it is–messy, imperfect and amazing.

Hello Monday, I believe beauty awaits. What are you saying hello to this week?


identical twins, unique souls

finding beauty, soul connection By October 7, 2016 3 Comments

“Oh my gosh they look exactly alike!”

I heard this phrase over and over throughout my childhood. It was usually followed by a request that my identical twin sister and I stand next to each other so a person could compare our features.

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“Her eyes are more almond shaped.” My mother’s friend would say.

“Her jaw is more square.” The lady at grocery store would comment.

“Her nose turns up just slightly.” My Sunday school teacher would remark.

Back and forth their eyes would go from my sister to me and back to my sister again. Counting freckles, examining ear lobes and looking at us from every angle.

“Now which one is Lisa and which one is Chrissie?” They would ask. Over and over they would ask.

Sometimes I loved the attention, but other times I felt insecure. As they compared, I wondered if they were asking bigger, darker questions, “Which one is smarter? Which one is more athletic? Which one is more outgoing? Which one is thinner? Which one is prettier?”

They were looking at me but I didn’t feel seen. The closer they looked the more unseen I felt. The more they compared, the less I felt like an individual. Ironic, isn’t it? The closer we look at the outside of a person, the less we see the actual person.

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Twins are fascinating. I have always loved being a twin. But being one of two, being constantly compared to another person has its challenges.

It’s crazy to consider I have a sister who has been by my side since before we were born. We have so many shared experiences, not mentioned shared DNA, that we literally know each other inside and out. At first we were one; one egg, that became two. I am incomplete without my twin sister. She is most definitely part of me. The only way I can begin to describe the unique relationship of being a twin is to compare it to motherhood. Many of my friends have remarked when they became a mother they experienced a deep, passionate love for their child they had never felt before. The love of a mother is fierce and intense. This baby is part of her and she will love and nurture this baby at all costs. She will fight to protect her baby. It’s an rare and beautiful thing. When my baby was placed in my arms for the first time, I thought, “I know this love. This is the love I have for Chrissie.

Comparing two similar things is part of human nature. And it isn’t just twins. As women we naturally compare ourselves against our sisters, friends and coworkers. I grew up being so often compared to Chrissie, so often coupled with her, I began to believe there was nothing unique about me. We looked exactly the same except for slight variations. We were practically the same person, right? Of course not! We were very different despite our similar exteriors. We had very different personalities. We had difference preferences. Each of us exceled in different areas. Despite looking so much alike, in many ways we were opposites who complemented each other—two pieces of a puzzle that fit together, night and day, peanut butter and jelly.

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As I grew into an adult I became less dependent on Chrissie. We had different jobs, different friendship circles and after college we lived apart. I worked with people who didn’t know I had an identical twin. They only knew me, Lisa. They didn’t compare me against my look-alike. I was growing into my own person. I was becoming me, instead of being one half of a set of twins. I was a whole person, just on my own. And one day I had the very big realization that my soul is completely my own. My soul is unique and amazing and no one, not even my identical twin, has a soul like mine. God created me to be me.
My soul can’t be compared with any other soul because it’s unlike any other soul.

My soul was created by a God who makes wonderful, amazing things.

My soul was lovingly designed by a God who has endless creativity.

My beautiful soul makes me, me.

And your beautiful soul makes you, you.

It’s our distinct souls that make togetherness an incredible blessing.


Comparison wonders, “Which one is better? Which one is best?”  Comparison wants to categorize things from greatest to least. Comparison begins with the false assumption there is one correct standard and everything is measured against it. Comparison can make us feel powerful or desperate, turning on us in a moment. The more I compare the flatness of my tummy, the length of my legs, the wrinkles near my eyes, to another woman, the less I see myself or her. Her value cannot be summed up by examining each part of her. Her value isn’t found in those things at all. Her value is found deep within her soul. It’s a spark all her own, so uncommon and rare it can’t be found anywhere else in the whole world. And truly, how can we compare one soul to another? Each is so unique, so precious, so individual.

I love being a twin. I cherish our unique, deep bond. I know Chrissie’s soul and she knows mine. We look alike but we are not the same. Together we are stronger. We shine brighter. We are better.

My soul is the truest, deepest part of who I am. My soul is a marvelous thing that belongs to me. It’s been given to me by a God who created it and called it good. My soul, and yours too, is incomparable, there is nothing else like it on earth.


hello DIY fiberglass planter

DIY, hello monday By October 3, 2016 2 Comments

Another planter? Yes. I can’t be stopped apparently!

Lately I’ve been finding lots of interesting “planters” at thrift stores, like this mid century DIY, this macrame hanging planter and this terrarium. It’s fun to see what interesting objects can be turned into a beautiful container.

This fiberglass planter is intended to be a plant holder {unlike some of the things I turn into planters}. I liked it because it was big and simple–and often large planters are expensive. I kept it plain for a while, but last week I decided to make it prettier with a little gold paint.

It’s Monday, how about some hellos?

diy-fiberglass-planter-lisa-leonard-01 Hello plain planter for $10. Not bad!

diy-fiberglass-planter-lisa-leonard-02 Hello using painter’s tape and about four coats of acrylic gold paint. {The paint was $2 at Michael’s}.

diy-fiberglass-planter-lisa-leonard-03 Hello ready for the big reveal!

diy-fiberglass-planter-lisa-leonard-04 Hello a little streaky but I didn’t mind. The tape kept the lines fairly clean. I’m pleased.

diy-fiberglass-planter-lisa-leonard-05Hello pups. Oh, you’re taking pictures? We are here to help!


Hello pretty planter making our family room a little happier.

Hello split leaf philodendron. One of my very favorite plants! I only water it about once a week.

Hello future planning. Do you think about 3-5 year goals?

Hello washing all the sheets and towels. I love fresh!

Hello dreaming of fall. Did you hear it’s October now? I’m waiting for cooler weather to follow. I’m ready for cardigans and boots.

Hello adding cinnamon to my coffee.

Hello finding time to visit the pumpkin patch.

Hello reading this book. Stop what you’re doing and order it {or download it}. It’s so good.

Hello to YOU. It’s a brand new month, a brand new week, a brand new day. What are you saying hello to this week?


I should do more, should be more.

an everyday moment, thoughts By September 30, 2016 2 Comments

I should keep the house cleaner.

I should lose ten pounds.

I should speak more kindly to my kids.

I should be more.

I should be better.

I should be someone other than who I am.

Should. It has a heaviness to it, don’t you think? It seems innocent enough but has undertones of guilt. It always points out my shortcomings and implies I’m not who I should be. It blames me and says I’m not good enough. There are as many shoulds as moments in a day. My head is full of them. They make me feel tired–like I’ve already failed. I’m letting people down. I’m inadequate.

Should takes away my power and shames me. There is a right way to do things—and I’m not doing them that way. Should pretends to be on my side, but should is no friend to me. Should says it has my interests at heart and simply wants to motivate me, but should will never be satisfied. Should has already decided who I should be and how I should spend my time. And no matter how hard I try, should always wants more.

I want to eliminate should from my life. I want to speak words that encourage and lift up. I want to free up myself, family and friends from should. I want to replace should with kinder, gentler words.


I should keep the house cleaner.
I could keep the house cleaner or I could choose not to worry about the dog hair and laundry today.

I should lose ten pounds.
I’d like to lose ten pounds but I am lovable and worthy just as I am.

I should speak more kindly to my kids.
I want to speak more kindly to my kids. I’m not getting enough alone time and I feel worn out. I will make rest a priority this week.

I should be better.
I am imperfect.

I should be more.
I am enough.

I should be someone other than who I am.
I am loveable just as I am.

Where did all these shoulds come from? They’re everywhere, woven into the fabric of our culture. We use should as a tool to criticize ourselves and others. We don’t intend to be harsh but should always murmurs its disapproval.

I am working to remove should from my vocabulary. I’m replacing it with words like need, want, can, am. Words carry power. I want my words to offer grace and allow imperfection. Words that celebrate who I am, who you are. Words that remind each of us we are precious and unique. I shouldn’t be anything other than who I am. I am enough, just as I am. You are enough, just as you are.

From that safe place I can live with bravery and intention. You can too.


thrifted DIY jacket

what I'm wearing By September 28, 2016 2 Comments

I found this jacket at the thrift store last week. I loved the texture but the sleeves narrowed toward the wrist {an 80’s cut} and it made the sleeves look fuller and a little puffy. Since the jacket was only $4 I decided to risk and do a little altering. My alterations consisted of cutting off the sleeves to make them a 3/4 length. I didn’t even hem the end of the sleeves–I left them frayed. Pretty much the easiest alteration ever!

thrifted-diy-jacket-lisa-leonard-01 The jacket has so much texture. I love the nubby weave.

thirfted-jacket-lisa-leonard12-01Here’s the jacket laid out on my tile at home. I cut the sleeves then used the hand wash cycle on my washing machine and laid it out to dry. I ironed it to soften the fabric again and get the collar to lay nicely.

thrifted-diy-jacket-lisa-leonard-02 In general I prefer a 3/4 sleeve–so this was just right for me.

thrifted-diy-jacket-lisa-leonard-03 See how much texture the jacket has? Love!

thrifted-diy-jacket-lisa-leonard-04 The fringe bag is a TJ Maxx find. Sandals are Nine West.

thrifted-diy-jacket-lisa-leonard-05 These earrings are some of my favorites. They’re backordered in the shop right now. But these have a similar vibe.

thrifted-diy-jacket-lisa-leonard-06 The mother’s ring has each of our birthstones. I love it.

thrifted-diy-jacket-lisa-leonard-07 I’ve been seeing frayed edges everywhere in retails lately. Fun.

thirfted-diy-jacket-lisa-leonard-104-01This $4 risk paid off. I love my new jacket!

Outfit details: Jacket, thrifted. Camisole, Target. Black jeans, Madewell. Sandals, Nine West. Bag, TJ Maxx. Earrings, My shop. Mother’s Ring, My shop.


I am not my to-do list

an everyday moment By September 20, 2016 10 Comments

My to-do list has a dark side. There are days when my to-do list glares at me while I sip a second cup of coffee or whispers words of condemnation when I lay down for a nap. My to-do list can be harsh and judgmental. I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this—but my to-do list actually called me a worthless failure the other day. Unbelievable, right?!

Who gave my to-do list that kind of power? Well, I guess I did.

Every morning, for as long as I can remember, I wake up and start making a to-do list. Some items are small, like ‘wash dishes’ or ‘schedule doctor visit’. Other items are bigger such as ‘go through the boys’ clothing’ or ‘plan marketing presentation’. I love seeing check marks next to each item on my to-do list. Ah, isn’t that the best feeling? It makes me feel like a superhero!

I’m probably not the only one who feels like there aren’t enough hours in a day. I hop out of bed and hit the ground running. Between emails, dishes, meetings, grocery shopping and signing permission slips I barely have time to gather my thoughts. The day rushes by—and I know by evening I’ll hit a wall of exhaustion. We’ll have dinner, cuddle on the couch while watching Netflix, then fall into bed. The next day it starts all over again.

But recently I’ve been rethinking my to-do list. I give it too much power–way too much power. I’ve been letting my to-do list determine my self-worth. If I accomplish a lot, I’m a wonderful person. On an unproductive day, I’m a waste of space. Both of those statements are lies. I am me, just me—creative, kind, imperfect, unique and amazing. I actually need downtime. I thrive when I have space to do nothing. Making time to clear my head and think brings new ideas and clarity. Rushing isn’t effective—in fact, it makes things worse. And when I’m tired I’m such a grump. My meltdowns are not fun to watch.

I’ve been experimenting with a different approach. I still use a to-do list but there’s a lot less on it. I’m learning I can only accomplish a few things each day and I have to prioritize what’s most important. Instead of getting everything done, I’m getting the most important things done. I’m intentionally slowing down and making room for peace and calm. This necklace is my reminder to make space to breath and stop trying to do it all.


Yesterday I didn’t make our bed like I usually do and it wasn’t a big deal.

I didn’t make it to the grocery store, but we got by.

I didn’t fold the clothes in the dryer. I let them wait.

I didn’t return emails. I just didn’t get to it.

And I didn’t stress out. I got some other, really important things done. And it was enough.

With my more streamlined, kind-hearted to-do list life continues to move forward–everyone is bathed, dressed, fed and healthy. The world hasn’t spun off it’s axis. In fact, although not everything is getting done, I’m getting the important things done. I’m prioritizing what matters most. Instead of trying to do everything halfway or ‘good enough’. I’m doing less but giving it my full attention. I’m rushing less. I’m scheduling less and making room for downtime. I feel stronger, more peaceful and present.  Overall I’m better. It’s been life-changing. I think I’m hooked.

My to-do list doesn’t determine my self-worth.

I’m already worthy and loved.

I’m already enough, just as I am.

How’s your to-do list treating you lately?


hello louis and beasley

hello monday By September 18, 2016 5 Comments

Oh my goodness, these pups and their personalities. I can hardly stand it–they are so cute. I’m thankful for the love and companionship they bring to our lives. They fill a space we didn’t know we had!

It’s a brand new week with beauty to be found. How about some hellos?

hello-louis-and-beasley-03Hello Louis and Beasley. I’m glad we have you and you have each other. I love to see you cuddle together. You’re the best of friends!

hello-louis-and-beasley-01 Hello Louie. You are very serious and you look a little worried. You don’t really want to play and you hardly bark at all. You’re an excellent cuddler and you make our lives better!

hello-louis-and-beasley-02 Hello Beasley. You are probably the sweetest dog that ever lived. You’ve really stolen our hearts. I love your crazy old man expressions and your gentle way. Also, you love to talk–especially when it’s time to eat.

Hello flat caps from the dollar section at Target. Priceless!

Hello messy house. I feel like I’ve given up a bit. I need some motivation.

Hello oh-my-gosh-amazing book. Drop everything and read it asap. It’s a world changer.

Hello cute jacket. I’ve got my eye on this pretty piece.

Hello alone time. I’m planning in some time alone to reflect and think this week. So hard to do but so necessary.

Hello Stranger Things. I love and hate this show. It’s super fascinating and well done but scary. I don’t like scary at all.

Hello writing and writing and writing some more. I’ve been writing a lot lately and it feels vulnerable and empowering.

Hello visiting my brother and his amazing family. They recently moved from Texas to California and we can’t wait to see their new home!

Hello to you! It’s a new week, a fresh start and a chance to begin again. What are you saying hello to this week?


I Love You Body and Soul

david, finding beauty By September 13, 2016 39 Comments

At the cellular level, every bit of David’s body has been affected by a chromosomal abnormality. It isn’t the way it’s supposed to be. The coordinates on the map are incorrectly labeled. The recipe has all the ingredients but in the wrong amounts. The computer coding has a typo and the program won’t run correctly. When David was born we saw his left hand had only two fingers. It was the first indication David had a genetic disorder. His body is broken, imperfect, flawed. His soul on the other hand, is intact and whole. We are two parts, body and soul. His soul resides in a body that simply doesn’t cooperate because it can’t. His soul fights every day to live fully.

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Before David was born, before I was married even, I taught with kids in wheelchairs, kids with g-tubes, kids who were non-verbal, kids with autism. I worked with special needs kids, or I should say, I worked with typical kids trapped inside bodies with special needs. Every day they arrived at school at 8:30am, every day they left at 2:40pm and in between we lived life together; learning, growing and connecting. I knew each of my students well. I knew their physical needs and quirks, their preferences and personalities. I knew their souls and they knew mine.

When two people truly connect on a soul level it’s a kind of miracle. It’s much deeper than a physical connection. It takes time and energy. It takes patience and quiet. It’s a soul to soul, heart to heart connection. It’s the way an expectant mother bonds with her child before he’s born. It’s the way we can’t stop thinking about a friend–so we call up her up only to find out she really needed words of encouragement at that very moment. It’s a deep knowing cultivated over time. I can’t explain it, but if you’ve experienced it, you know exactly what I’m talking about.

We may be tempted to say the body doesn’t matter. The body is broken—who cares?! It’s the soul that truly makes us who we are. And yes, in part, this is true. But the body does matter. The body carries the soul. The body breathes and speaks and sings and moves. The body is the outward representation of the soul. The body works on our behalf to make our soul known. A soul needs a body and a body needs a soul. So we care for our bodies. We walk and run and try to eat healthy food. We brush our teeth and see doctors and have surgery to repair a heart defect. We buy clothes that fit and have our hair trimmed. We honor the soul by caring for the body.

Yesterday David worked on feeding himself. He carefully lifted a spoonful of lemon yogurt to his mouth, took a bite and placed the spoon back into the bowl. He isn’t able to scoop up another bite, so I do that part for him. Again and again, I fill the spoon, again and again he lifts it to his mouth and places it back into the bowl. Over months and years of working on this skill David continues to improve.

And we celebrate! Because David’s amazing, stubborn, beautiful soul is winning over a body that doesn’t work right. We celebrate because it’s a HUGE accomplishment. No, eating a spoonful of yogurt isn’t a huge accomplishment for most 14-year-old boys, but for this kiddo, who lives inside a body that doesn’t cooperate, it’s massive. It deserves shouts of delights and high-fives.

While my hands are clapping and I cheer for his success, a tear slips down my cheek. This sucks. I hate that my son has to fight moment by moment to live a full life with a body that fights against him. I hate that he has to work harder than most kids to communicate and eat and walk and sometimes just to breath. I hate that he sees seven different medical specialists. I hate that he’s had multiple surgeries and will likely have many more. I hate there are times he comes up beside me and takes my hand, looks at me with an intent gaze while he stomps his foot, hoping I’ll know what he wants. I offer him a snack and see the frustration cross his face. He stomps more and pulls on my arm. I offer him a cuddle and he pushes me away. I hate that he can’t tell me what he wants and I hate that sometimes I can’t read his soul well enough to guess.

But that soul. I love that soul. And I love that broken, imperfect, adorable body that holds his beautiful soul. A love that is deeper because our souls have struggled and grieved and found hope together.

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Today I will put this necklace around my neck as a reminder of the love between his soul and mine. He is part of my tribe. He is my safe place and my love. I will do my best to care for his physical needs with patience and tenderness. I’ll help him scoop up spoonfuls of food again and again. I’ll help him put on his pants and button his shirt. I’ll cuddle him and kiss him. In return he will smile at me making my heart do flip flops. He will take my hand and show me what he wants. He will teach me how to be grateful. He will teach me to notice the beauty all around me. He will move through the day with bravery and determination. He will inspire others and spread joy to all who know him.

His soul knows mine and my soul knows his. And at the end of the day, we are both souls living inside imperfect, broken bodies. Not just David, but me as well. And someday I know it won’t be this hard. Someday all with be made right and our bodies will be made whole. Someday heaven will come. Today we find beauty in this moment, hope for tomorrow and a deep love between our souls.

Have you experienced a soul connection?