A bond across the generations.
The game of life is strange. While we focus only on our big dreams and run behind them,we let go of the small joys that each day holds forth. Run, but don’t forget to cherish the small joys. They are ones that contribute in making the big picture.
Music is for one and all. It doesn’t distinguish at all.
A mother does all it takes to protect her little one.
Time also needs some time to be fruitful.
Progress, big or small is an achievement by itself.
Mother and son, doggy, what more could one ask for?
A mother’s love and pride.
Is all that glitters gold?