A Day in the Life of AEB
Happy Sweet 16th! Alexa Esposito-Brady

Happy Sweet Sixteen…..Alexa, My sweet first born child…. Words will never ever be able to express what is in my heart. This picture brought to mind some of my thoughts of you as you are not close by and are enjoying time on your own.

First, the white represents the pureness of heart and spirit that you have within you and that you have shared so willingly with others; at times sacrificing your own needs for others.

Second, the white hydrangeas, big, fragrant and so beautiful to look at… May they always remind you to enjoy the frangrance of life….

Third, May the light represent the guidance you will find in God and in your heart and soul as it
guides you forward to embrace each chapter of your life fully… So that you continue to discover who you are and so that you continue to grow in your potential ….as God intended.

And finally, may the pillows represent the cushions of support…..to soften the blows that life can sometimes bring. Consider them your family… My love and support as your mother, your father’s and your sister…as well as nonna, nonno, and all of your extended family and friends that love you.

Happy Sweet 16th Birthday Alexa Teresa Esposito-Brady

Happy Sweet Sixteen…..Alexa,  My sweet first born child…. Words will never ever be able to express what is in my heart.  This picture brought to mind some of my thoughts of you as you are not close by and are enjoying time on your own.   

First, the white represents the pureness of heart and spirit that you have within you and that you have shared so willingly with others; at times sacrificing your own needs for others.

Second, the white hydrangeas, big, fragrant and so beautiful to look at… May they always remind you to enjoy the frangrance of life….

Third, May the light represent the guidance you will find in God and in your heart and soul as it 
guides you forward to embrace each chapter of your life fully… So that you continue to discover who you are and so that you continue to grow in your potential ….as  God intended.  

And finally, may the pillows represent the cushions of support…..to soften the blows that life can sometimes bring.  Consider them your family… My love and support as your  mother, your father’s and your sister…as well as nonna, nonno, and all of your extended family and friends that love you.

Happy Sweet 16th Birthday Alexa Teresa Esposito-Brady

Happy Sweet Sixteen…..Alexa, My sweet first born child…. Words will never ever be able to express what is in my heart. This picture brought to mind some of my thoughts of you as you are not close by and are enjoying time on your own.

First, the white represents the pureness of heart and spirit that you have within you and that you have shared so willingly with others; at times sacrificing your own needs for others.

Second, the white hydrangeas, big, fragrant and so beautiful to look at… May they always remind you to enjoy the frangrance of life….

Third, May the light represent the guidance you will find in God and in your heart and soul as it
guides you forward to embrace each chapter of your life fully… So that you continue to discover who you are and so that you continue to grow in your potential ….as God intended.

And finally, may the pillows represent the cushions of support…..to soften the blows that life can sometimes bring. Consider them your family… My love and support as your mother, your father’s and your sister…as well as nonna, nonno, and all of your extended family and friends that love you.

Happy Sweet 16th Birthday Alexa Teresa Esposito-Brady

Attachment is the very opposite of love. Love says, ‘I want you to be happy.’ Attachment says, ‘I want you to make me happy.’
Jetsunma Tenzin Palmo, “No Excuses” (via Tricycle Daily)
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So blessed

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So blessed

may my heart always be open to littlebirds who are the secrets of livingwhatever they sing is better than to knowand if men should not hear them men are oldmay my mind stroll about hungryand fearless and thirsty and suppleand even if it’s sunday may i be wrongfor whenever men are right they are not youngand may myself do nothing usefullyand love yourself so more than trulythere’s never been quite such a fool who could failpulling all the sky over him with one smile