God. Myself. My daughter. My husband. My middle sister. My littlest sister. My mother. My father. My aunties. My uncles. My cousins. My grandfathers. My grandmother. And all my ancestors who struggled through their lives so that I could be here. My in-laws. My friends. Kind strangers. Babies. Children. The sunlight in the morning, pouring into my home. The kitties who watch my daughter play. The curious hummingbird. The field of flowers by my home. The waves of the ocean. The mountains high above. The good things. The not so good things.
From the Desiderata...
"With all its shame, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world."
From the Desiderata...
"With all its shame, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world."