April BrightBax:
When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. And when life is bitter, say thank you and grow.
April BrightBax:
Beauty exists where you least expect to find it.
April BrightBax:
On a daily basis, we should actively nurture the relationships that nourish us, bring creativity in everything we do, and give ourselves time for activities that make us feel like we are flourishing.
April BrightBax:
Owl Be Waiting
April BrightBax:
A friendly look, a kindly smile, one good act, and life's worthwhile.
April BrightBax:
"But I need sparkles!" she said when I asked her if she would like to fly.
April BrightBax:
"If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain."
April BrightBax:
Bench Monday: My kid on a stump edition
April BrightBax:
Be happy. It’s one way of being wise.
April BrightBax:
Delight in the simplest things.
April BrightBax:
Hold Tight to Hope
April BrightBax:
Learn and grow all you can; serve and befriend all you can; enrich and inspire all you can.
April BrightBax:
Fishtail Friday
April BrightBax:
Selfie
April BrightBax:
"And in each precious moment, my hope is that I’ll do or say something that lets you know that I could never have cherished another as much as I’ve always cherished you."
April BrightBax:
Dreamy Christmas Tree Bokeh
April BrightBax:
A cup of holiday cheer
April BrightBax:
Cliche Saturday: Bonne Maman
April BrightBax:
To read is to voyage through time.
April BrightBax:
Photography is a love affair with life.
April BrightBax:
“When you love someone, you pick up the little things and magically turn them into something special.”
April BrightBax:
“To those who can dream there is no such place as faraway.”
April BrightBax:
The worth of a book is to be measured by what you can carry away from it.
April BrightBax:
Looking forward to better days to come
April BrightBax:
Let books be your dining table, and you shall be full of delights,
April BrightBax:
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
April BrightBax:
We'll weave our days together like waves, and particles of light
April BrightBax:
Too many people seem to believe that silene was a void that needed to be filled, even if nothing important was said.
April BrightBax:
Little Hioni
April BrightBax:
A soft light, a scent in the air, the quiet murmur of the city.
