August is a month of celebrations.
We are 47 today.
The sea of red and white.
It’s true – somehow, everyone looks photogenic on this day.
Could have been the bright afternoon sun. The dazzle from stunning fireworks. Or maybe, a coming together with a light and lightness that we too often forget during the other 364 days of the year, buried in cares as we are.
We are different from each other, but perhaps less different than we think.
For our hopes & dreams… and for the little ones who will inherit our labour of love, and legacy of integrity & faithfulness: