When I smell Lavender I think of France. When I think of France I think about my dad. The only place he loved is this world besides his home town was La Courtine. This summer I will follow in his footsteps #lacourtine #france #lavender #lavendel #dad #flo
There is no perfect, ideal, and cohesive road for motherhood, only the twist and turns of the “figure it out yourself” sort... Was I ever a fully-fledged person before I had my children? Why yes, of course I was… I had a life and it was a great one –...
