
Becoming a parent is difficult to talk and write about, not because the words are hard to find (though they are), but because when you find them, they feel too intimate to share. The smells and sounds and stirrings of the heart are individual and holy. There’s a sense in which the universal experience is yours alone when the opposite is actually true. You hesitate to say anything at all, as if staying quiet better preserves the miracle.
from Rose & Crown
I read this a few days ago in a blog I found when I was going down an internet rabbit hole, working from home on a very rainy and foggy day. It’s pretty accurate.
Mas acho que podias tentar explicar 🙂 tens esse talento
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Ai que fotografia perfeita!
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