Autumn whispers... The days already carry the faint breath of winter, and only a few traces of autumn remain like tender memories in the golden light.
Soon we will change the month, and December is already at the door quiet, soft, and a little melancholic. A time when the world becomes quieter and the soul breathes a little deeper.
May this transition bring you warmth, a spark of light in your heart, and many gentle moments that preserve the magic of this special time.
Checking In. Thanks for the greetings and the love you showed, during the acute illness. I'm a walking miracle. To God be the glory, grateful to be alive.
“As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words but to live by them.” — John F. Kennedy
