No heart rocks found on the beach this evening, but as I turned to leave and looked up at the sunset, this was waiting for me. I’ll take it.
Heart discovered in a concrete bench where daily morning walks begin at the beach
This is the bedroom door of the “Honeymoon Suite” (as my Dad called it) at Mom and Dad’s house, which Dad built over 30 years ago in Ocala, Florida. He specifically picked out this wood because of the natural hearts. Now that’s Love.
A beautifully dot-painted, vintage wood heart dish by Christine Salva Art
Heart cloud eyed in the sky on our drive back to Jupiter after visiting Mom in Ocala. Whenever I find these hearts in nature, be it in the sky, on the beach, or among the landscape, I know that it is my Dad sending his love.