Grief

My Blur

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She’s a blur but I love this photo. She seems to always want to move at this new fast speed. Especially when she’s given room to escape. Though this photo was when she was running back for a kiss.
I’d never have had this photo if it wasn’t for all he taught me. He taught me to slow down, prioritize fitting in to others schedule a little less, and prioritize us a little more.
So Zoya and I went outside for a few minutes last night, gave everyone else a break from her whinny butt, and enjoyed the first hints of a silly Autumn evening.

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About Camila

From the mountains of North Carolina. New widow of a man from Iran. Mother of one precious girl. Anti-human trafficking expert. Pro-life leader. Sister to 16 siblings. Daughter of God.

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