PERSON

My Mother

My rock who I never fear to be exactly who I am when she is there. I share what most do not. She reads confident and talks directly. Thankful she is mine.

PLACE

The Farm I Call Home

My place is the farm I call home. As soon as I enter the gates I relax. So thankful that many people call it there’s too there’s no wonder and only selfishly adds to the love I receive. This farm this land was made to serve and the more love we give it the more it has for others.

THING

 Comfort In Holding My Child

7 now and we both melt into a puddle of love and can accomplish anything together. We have a super power in our oneness.