Life is a collection of little moments. House filled with cinnamon scent from making pancakes on Sunday morning… Two little hands interrupting a dream to wrap around your neck… Cookies made with help and love instead of almonds… A tongue moving as much as the hand scribbling sentences of homework… Two little bottoms squeezing in […]
When a stranger becomes more important than anyone else… That’s called Love.
Have you ever wondered what love is? And why sometimes it seems overwhelming happiness, easy and crystal clear or gets heavy, dark and painful?… What is that combination of elements that moves the blood to circulate faster, makes people go to wars, compose symphonies, travel long distances, die in duels, grow flowers, knit, cook, steal, […]
It’s a day about your love. Not only the heart shaped items, chocolate with pink filling or something you grab fast in a shop running by. It’s about you two. … crazy in love, exchanging a thousand of ‘love yous’ per day … spending days and nights for multiple years … waiting for a big […]
With Christmas lights all around wherever you go… It is the best time for sparkles.. in your heart.
She turned eight years old. A number related to infinity. And indeed, she has infinity of dreams, questions, plans, and wishes, things to care, worry and be happy about!.. And she is lovely, kind, smart, emphatic and cheerful to the infinity. And infinity is insufficient of how much she is loved.
Laura Pakasiene Photography
Autumn always makes me a little bit more vulnerable. Maybe because it is slightly colder, less sunny and it is raining a bit more than before?… Or maybe that is the time you need a little place to hide and digest whether you have done enough over the year so far, before all the lights […]
You are close. Very very close. Despite the sentences and time. As close, as underneath my skin.
I like my friends. How surprising, ha? And I might suspect what you are thinking now… ‘No wonder that you like your friends’ or ‘they are your friends and it is natural to like them’? But the fact is that even if they were not my friends, even if I had not known them, they […]