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housebuiltfortwo:

17. This quaint cabin was built with a unique combination of reclaimed metal and wood. As one of the cabin rentals at Blue Moon Rising, an ecotourist retreat in Garrett County, Maryland, Kaya offers a beautiful and cozy spot for a getaway. Nestled among the pines, the cabin is close to the community fire pit.

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OMG I want to go here!!

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She holds her hair up with only two chopsticks and a bobby pin.
Think Atlas. Think shoulders.
When your sadness starts to feast,
she carries the light down from the
mountain and hands it to you,
tells you to set it on fire.
Think Prometheus. Think savior.
On Sunday, she steps out of the shower and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than the way she walks towards you with a towel on her head, water clinging to her like there is
nowhere else it would rather be.
Think Aphrodite. Think sea foam.
You love her like mythology.
You love her like the impossible stories of Gods and monsters.
When she sings, think fairies.
Think mermaids. Think hymns.
She is the face of the river that
Narcissus fell in love with,
confusing hers for his own.
She is Medusa’s fury,
Athena’s strength,
Achelois’ healing.
You are kissing her in a crowded
restaurant and it feels like praying.
You are watching her instead of the
meteor shower
and you don’t even notice.
Mythology | Caitlyn Siehl (via alonesomes)

Beautiful ….

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boopatch:

This is pain. It has been over a year since I have had to witness this level of heart-breaking sadness. May I never have to see this again. God willing.
This is my 100th post . Its horrifically personal and even still to this day makes my heart ache just as bad as it did then. What you can’t see is the tears streaming down his face as he holds his friends helmet. You can’t see me and my oldest trying to put on strong faces for him. You can’t see the miles of fire trucks that nearly closed a city. You can’t see the overwhelming support that supersedes anything I could ever fathom. 
I don’t write this to bring tears back. This pic showed up unexpectedly tonight and I have learned to not ignore signs given. Maybe I am meant to write this tonight. To further heal. Or more to honor. To honor my friend. His wife & family. My other half. 
Heroes live forever.

Three years. I dont know if it gets better or if you just learn to accept and cope. You are the topic of a paper the oldest is writing this year….a moment that changed his life. I dont know what to feel about that. Honor or sadness.

boopatch:

This is pain. It has been over a year since I have had to witness this level of heart-breaking sadness. May I never have to see this again. God willing.
This is my 100th post . Its horrifically personal and even still to this day makes my heart ache just as bad as it did then. What you can’t see is the tears streaming down his face as he holds his friends helmet. You can’t see me and my oldest trying to put on strong faces for him. You can’t see the miles of fire trucks that nearly closed a city. You can’t see the overwhelming support that supersedes anything I could ever fathom.
I don’t write this to bring tears back. This pic showed up unexpectedly tonight and I have learned to not ignore signs given. Maybe I am meant to write this tonight. To further heal. Or more to honor. To honor my friend. His wife & family. My other half.
Heroes live forever.

Three years.
I dont know if it gets better or if you just learn to accept and cope.
You are the topic of a paper the oldest is writing this year….a moment that changed his life.
I dont know what to feel about that. Honor or sadness.

Filed under heros live forever LODD still here

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Anonymous asked: I admire that you maintain a passionate marriage.

Sometimes it isnt easy. It is so much easier to ignore that in the chaos of life….but I have seen what we have come from and I refuse to let us go back there. I refuse to stagnate. I have needs and so does he. We both need to be respectful of them. His needs are my responsibility and vice versa.

Thank you for this. Truly.

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Way to Dad up….

Scene: locker room before hockey practice. A few of the boys are, sans parent helpers, getting suited up and being rowdy.

Yo’Momma jokes ensue….my youngest is staying out of it but asks me if he can tell one. I reply no. Not while his momma is in the room, it would be disrespectful. When I leave he can act just like the other boys.

The jokes are above the appropriate age understanding of these kids (god I hope….) and they are loud and raucous about one upping each other.

Suddenly the only other parent in the room, a dad, sternly tells them all to knock it off and get dressed and focused.

I need to go thank this dad now…..

Filed under parenting right even if they arent yours sometimes