Though the melodies are different,
some serenaded by exhausted whispers, some punctuated by anticipation and celebration,
these songs are each made precious, even sacred
by the tenderness, vulnerability, and the intimacy.
And it is my joy to make them into art.
This is a look back on the last few months, just a few of the photographs, just a few of the stories.
For more of my own heart stories, see here.