Some days arrive like a familiar coat you pull on without thinking—soft, worn-in, and somehow new again. Pride feels a little like that in our house: not a single day on the calendar, but a season of remembering what we’ve built, who we love, and how we keep choosing each other.
This photo catches that mood perfectly: our dog, calm and watchful, wrapped in a rainbow bandana like a small flag of belonging. The colors are bright, but the feeling is quiet—steady eyes, a settled posture, the kind of presence that says, “I’m here.” It’s a simple image, but it holds a lot.
Family isn’t only the big moments. It’s the everyday rituals: the familiar creak of the floor, the way light lands on the couch, the sound of tags jingling when someone gets up to follow you into the next room. Love lives in those ordinary corners, and it grows there.
So from our family to yours: Happy Pride. If your home is loud or peaceful, crowded or still, if you’re celebrating openly or finding your way in private—may you feel safe, seen, and held. May you find your people. May you keep making a life that fits.
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