I see hearts all the time, in all the wildest, weirdest spaces and places.
For years actually, it’s become a thing. In leaves, rocks, spots, drops, shells, fruit and more. They show up when I need them most, some quietly arrive, others boldly appear. Whether good times or bad or just a regular day, they’re always a beautiful reminder that love is all around.
I’ve worked hard to live in love and joy while being open to heartache and growth. It’s the balance of life, right? A friend commented recently, “love can always spot love.” I’m starting to believe it.