Letty

If on January 1st, 2024 I got a sneak peak at what this year would take from me and give me, I would negotiate the price. But the cost and beauty of always being where I’m meant to be, is that I don’t get to choose. What I do get to do is humble myself, learn from every moment, turn it into something that lets me love better and live better.
I can’t express my gratitude for those who were a part of this year. But hopefully I’ve already cried with you about what you mean to me as I’m prone to do.
For 2025, I think I’m afraid, but equally excited to see just how much more there is to do.

And there’s no photo dump that could do this year justice, so here are some flowers that stopped me in my tracks and kept me still.