These photos were taken in a colder season — boots on, thicker shirts, flowers just beginning, and Dune still missing.
We didn’t know then that he’d come back.
We only knew to keep moving with care:
🌼 Snipping blooms.
🌼 Whispering hope.
🌼 Making space for healing.
Today, Dune is home.
The air is warmer. The garden fuller.
And our mornings are stitched with quiet joy.
Presence was the practice —
Love was the return.
