Today I left the quiet of my porch behind and stepped into a celebration of flags, families, and faraway places. My pup stayed home—this kind of crowd and noise isn’t for every soul. But I needed to feel the world again.
We stood in the middle of it all, wrapped in color and community. A reminder that healing doesn’t always mean hiding. Sometimes, it's standing tall with your people, soaking in life as it happens.
And while my dog curled up in peace back home, I carried that peace with me. On my face. In my smile. In my stride.
