This photo came on my timehop from two years ago and I don’t even know where it is. I have a feeling we were eating brunch a few weeks before Zoya was born. Ive looked at so many photos so many times since he died, it’s a treat to find one I don’t remember. 

My husband was so handsome and golden. 

I’ve started walking and running again and I know it’s clearing my head. Why do I ever stop?

Two days in a row with home cooked meals cooked by my roommate/housemate/sister Ariel. 

Yum yum yum. 

Not take-out. 

Feeling better. 

Homemade sweet potato fries. 

Having fun.