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Eid has been sweet.
Measured in dishes that taste like memory.
The rendang hits, but the hugs hit harder.
And the longing for the people you miss… never really leaves.
A bit of joy, a bit of ache, grateful to be home, heat and all,
with elastic waistbands doing God’s work, because your aunties will always force you to go for seconds.

Eid has been sweet.
Measured in dishes that taste like memory.
The rendang hits, but the hugs hit harder.
And the longing for the people you miss… never really leaves.
A bit of joy, a bit of ache, grateful to be home, heat and all,
with elastic waistbands doing God’s work, because your aunties will always force you to go for seconds.

Eid has been sweet.
Measured in dishes that taste like memory.
The rendang hits, but the hugs hit harder.
And the longing for the people you miss… never really leaves.
A bit of joy, a bit of ache, grateful to be home, heat and all,
with elastic waistbands doing God’s work, because your aunties will always force you to go for seconds.

Eid has been sweet.
Measured in dishes that taste like memory.
The rendang hits, but the hugs hit harder.
And the longing for the people you miss… never really leaves.
A bit of joy, a bit of ache, grateful to be home, heat and all,
with elastic waistbands doing God’s work, because your aunties will always force you to go for seconds.

Eid has been sweet.
Measured in dishes that taste like memory.
The rendang hits, but the hugs hit harder.
And the longing for the people you miss… never really leaves.
A bit of joy, a bit of ache, grateful to be home, heat and all,
with elastic waistbands doing God’s work, because your aunties will always force you to go for seconds.

Eid has been sweet.
Measured in dishes that taste like memory.
The rendang hits, but the hugs hit harder.
And the longing for the people you miss… never really leaves.
A bit of joy, a bit of ache, grateful to be home, heat and all,
with elastic waistbands doing God’s work, because your aunties will always force you to go for seconds.

Eid has been sweet.
Measured in dishes that taste like memory.
The rendang hits, but the hugs hit harder.
And the longing for the people you miss… never really leaves.
A bit of joy, a bit of ache, grateful to be home, heat and all,
with elastic waistbands doing God’s work, because your aunties will always force you to go for seconds.

Eid has been sweet.
Measured in dishes that taste like memory.
The rendang hits, but the hugs hit harder.
And the longing for the people you miss… never really leaves.
A bit of joy, a bit of ache, grateful to be home, heat and all,
with elastic waistbands doing God’s work, because your aunties will always force you to go for seconds.

Eid has been sweet.
Measured in dishes that taste like memory.
The rendang hits, but the hugs hit harder.
And the longing for the people you miss… never really leaves.
A bit of joy, a bit of ache, grateful to be home, heat and all,
with elastic waistbands doing God’s work, because your aunties will always force you to go for seconds.

Eid has been sweet.
Measured in dishes that taste like memory.
The rendang hits, but the hugs hit harder.
And the longing for the people you miss… never really leaves.
A bit of joy, a bit of ache, grateful to be home, heat and all,
with elastic waistbands doing God’s work, because your aunties will always force you to go for seconds.

Eid has been sweet.
Measured in dishes that taste like memory.
The rendang hits, but the hugs hit harder.
And the longing for the people you miss… never really leaves.
A bit of joy, a bit of ache, grateful to be home, heat and all,
with elastic waistbands doing God’s work, because your aunties will always force you to go for seconds.

Eid has been sweet.
Measured in dishes that taste like memory.
The rendang hits, but the hugs hit harder.
And the longing for the people you miss… never really leaves.
A bit of joy, a bit of ache, grateful to be home, heat and all,
with elastic waistbands doing God’s work, because your aunties will always force you to go for seconds.

Eid has been sweet.
Measured in dishes that taste like memory.
The rendang hits, but the hugs hit harder.
And the longing for the people you miss… never really leaves.
A bit of joy, a bit of ache, grateful to be home, heat and all,
with elastic waistbands doing God’s work, because your aunties will always force you to go for seconds.

Eid has been sweet.
Measured in dishes that taste like memory.
The rendang hits, but the hugs hit harder.
And the longing for the people you miss… never really leaves.
A bit of joy, a bit of ache, grateful to be home, heat and all,
with elastic waistbands doing God’s work, because your aunties will always force you to go for seconds.

❤️🤍28.02.2026 : the one day I was genuinely jealous of Liverpool fans. Standing with the Kop, singing (and signing) You’ll Never Walk Alone at Anfield was electric in a way that’s hard to put into words. With Carlsberg Group, our team at @fold7 partnered with the British Deaf Association to teach Anfield how to sign “You’ll Never Walk Alone” in BSL. And watching thousands of fans lift their hands and not just their voices; was something else. The comments rolling in from people who finally felt seen. Fans around the world learning the sign. Proof that inclusion doesn’t have to be complicated. Sometimes it’s a small gesture that makes a stadium and the internet feel a little bigger. More to come. Because inclusion isn’t a stunt. And hopefully this becomes less of a case study, and more of a standard for all other sports teams too.

💐 & 👏🏽:
James Hudson, Rob Griffiths, Adam Brewer, Kirsty Smith, Jamie Herman, Charlotte Fitzpatrick, Izy Brand, James May, Nana M., Lara Caspersonn, Hannah Burles, Katie Bayley, Mike Waters, Yelena Gaufman, Michelle Hickey, James Joice, Dave Billing

#ynwa#bsl#signsofunity

Sometimes you’re lucky enough to work on a campaign at one agency…and throw a party for it at another. 🙈🙊🐒
Boxing gym ➝ unapologetic girlies ➝ Thursday night chaos.

Sometimes you’re lucky enough to work on a campaign at one agency…and throw a party for it at another. 🙈🙊🐒
Boxing gym ➝ unapologetic girlies ➝ Thursday night chaos.

Sometimes you’re lucky enough to work on a campaign at one agency…and throw a party for it at another. 🙈🙊🐒
Boxing gym ➝ unapologetic girlies ➝ Thursday night chaos.

Sometimes you’re lucky enough to work on a campaign at one agency…and throw a party for it at another. 🙈🙊🐒
Boxing gym ➝ unapologetic girlies ➝ Thursday night chaos.

Sometimes you’re lucky enough to work on a campaign at one agency…and throw a party for it at another. 🙈🙊🐒
Boxing gym ➝ unapologetic girlies ➝ Thursday night chaos.

Sometimes you’re lucky enough to work on a campaign at one agency…and throw a party for it at another. 🙈🙊🐒
Boxing gym ➝ unapologetic girlies ➝ Thursday night chaos.

Sometimes you’re lucky enough to work on a campaign at one agency…and throw a party for it at another. 🙈🙊🐒
Boxing gym ➝ unapologetic girlies ➝ Thursday night chaos.

Came for the baselayers. Stayed because leaving felt illegal and it’s your job to throw and enjoy this Boxing gym party. Thursday night. No notes. 🥊🔥
#ldnlayers @underarmourwomen

Currently decomposing from too much fun. My body’s broken but my soul’s still dancing. Long live Spook Newington, you devilish delight. See yall next year 🎃🕸️🪩

Yesterday I rage-baited a room full of advertising heavyweights and somehow got applause and LOLs instead of security escort. Huge thanks to Advertising: Who Cares? summit for the platform to let me and Mick tear down some industry orthodoxies… lovingly.

*promise that headline is more misleading and i can prove it with a recording of the talk once its live. 😅

Too good for just stories, this one’s staying on the grid. Forever grateful to my Uncommon fam for the love (and the 🥹🥹 farewell). Think of this as the season finale… the spin-off drops soon.

Too good for just stories, this one’s staying on the grid. Forever grateful to my Uncommon fam for the love (and the 🥹🥹 farewell). Think of this as the season finale… the spin-off drops soon.

Too good for just stories, this one’s staying on the grid. Forever grateful to my Uncommon fam for the love (and the 🥹🥹 farewell). Think of this as the season finale… the spin-off drops soon.

Too good for just stories, this one’s staying on the grid. Forever grateful to my Uncommon fam for the love (and the 🥹🥹 farewell). Think of this as the season finale… the spin-off drops soon.

Too good for just stories, this one’s staying on the grid. Forever grateful to my Uncommon fam for the love (and the 🥹🥹 farewell). Think of this as the season finale… the spin-off drops soon.

Too good for just stories, this one’s staying on the grid. Forever grateful to my Uncommon fam for the love (and the 🥹🥹 farewell). Think of this as the season finale… the spin-off drops soon.

Too good for just stories, this one’s staying on the grid. Forever grateful to my Uncommon fam for the love (and the 🥹🥹 farewell). Think of this as the season finale… the spin-off drops soon.

Too good for just stories, this one’s staying on the grid. Forever grateful to my Uncommon fam for the love (and the 🥹🥹 farewell). Think of this as the season finale… the spin-off drops soon.

Too good for just stories, this one’s staying on the grid. Forever grateful to my Uncommon fam for the love (and the 🥹🥹 farewell). Think of this as the season finale… the spin-off drops soon.

Too good for just stories, this one’s staying on the grid. Forever grateful to my Uncommon fam for the love (and the 🥹🥹 farewell). Think of this as the season finale… the spin-off drops soon.

Too good for just stories, this one’s staying on the grid. Forever grateful to my Uncommon fam for the love (and the 🥹🥹 farewell). Think of this as the season finale… the spin-off drops soon.

Too good for just stories, this one’s staying on the grid. Forever grateful to my Uncommon fam for the love (and the 🥹🥹 farewell). Think of this as the season finale… the spin-off drops soon.

Too good for just stories, this one’s staying on the grid. Forever grateful to my Uncommon fam for the love (and the 🥹🥹 farewell). Think of this as the season finale… the spin-off drops soon.

Too good for just stories, this one’s staying on the grid. Forever grateful to my Uncommon fam for the love (and the 🥹🥹 farewell). Think of this as the season finale… the spin-off drops soon.

I’ve been putting off this post because I didn’t know what picture to share. I wanted to post everyone I love and appreciate for making the last 40 years feel momentous but I didn’t have photos of you all, and I didn’t want to leave anyone out. So in true Leo fashion here’s the first selfie I took at 40.

Thirteen years ago, in Singapore’s Chinatown, a fortune teller stopped me and said I wouldn’t make it to 40. I didn’t believe her… but the whisper stayed. 5 days ago, I turned 40. Alive. Laughing. Grateful. Loved. And in a way, she wasn’t entirely wrong. Parts of me didn’t make it here: the fear, the doubt, the versions of myself and relationships that no longer served me. What rose instead was louder courage, softer faith, and a love powered by my parents’ prayers and the unwavering support of friends and family.

My 30s didn’t look like everyone else’s. My 40s won’t either. But I’m here for it : every twist, every detour, every burst of joy. Here’s to more wonder. More wild detours. A bigger smile on the good days, and a steady one on the hard ones.

Thank you for being in my life. I hope you’ll stay for many more years to come.

Sorry to break your feed with an IMAX closeup of my face but it was a rare alignment of makeup and lighting that I shamelessly wanted to document on my feed. Soz. ✌🏽

I wasn’t always a cat person. In fact, I was terrified of them as a kid. But then came Fergie. Not just any cat; but the cat. The one who changed everything. Who melted my fear into obsession. 

To be loved by Fergie was like being chosen by a small, furry god. A kiss from him, even when his breath could clear a room; felt like a blessing. He had this quiet kind of magic. A healer’s soul in a tabby body. He sat with me through sickness. Curled up beside me when I needed peace. We slept, we played, we existed in perfect understanding.

Fergie, I love you more than I ever thought I could love a cat. Thank you for being my best furry friend. Thank you for healing me. And thank you for loving your people so well. You had the best life, full of warmth, naps, snacks, and adoration. We’ll miss you forever, but we’ll carry you with us, in the quietest, softest parts of our hearts.

Sleep well, sweet boy. ❤️

I wasn’t always a cat person. In fact, I was terrified of them as a kid. But then came Fergie. Not just any cat; but the cat. The one who changed everything. Who melted my fear into obsession. 

To be loved by Fergie was like being chosen by a small, furry god. A kiss from him, even when his breath could clear a room; felt like a blessing. He had this quiet kind of magic. A healer’s soul in a tabby body. He sat with me through sickness. Curled up beside me when I needed peace. We slept, we played, we existed in perfect understanding.

Fergie, I love you more than I ever thought I could love a cat. Thank you for being my best furry friend. Thank you for healing me. And thank you for loving your people so well. You had the best life, full of warmth, naps, snacks, and adoration. We’ll miss you forever, but we’ll carry you with us, in the quietest, softest parts of our hearts.

Sleep well, sweet boy. ❤️

I wasn’t always a cat person. In fact, I was terrified of them as a kid. But then came Fergie. Not just any cat; but the cat. The one who changed everything. Who melted my fear into obsession. 

To be loved by Fergie was like being chosen by a small, furry god. A kiss from him, even when his breath could clear a room; felt like a blessing. He had this quiet kind of magic. A healer’s soul in a tabby body. He sat with me through sickness. Curled up beside me when I needed peace. We slept, we played, we existed in perfect understanding.

Fergie, I love you more than I ever thought I could love a cat. Thank you for being my best furry friend. Thank you for healing me. And thank you for loving your people so well. You had the best life, full of warmth, naps, snacks, and adoration. We’ll miss you forever, but we’ll carry you with us, in the quietest, softest parts of our hearts.

Sleep well, sweet boy. ❤️

I wasn’t always a cat person. In fact, I was terrified of them as a kid. But then came Fergie. Not just any cat; but the cat. The one who changed everything. Who melted my fear into obsession. 

To be loved by Fergie was like being chosen by a small, furry god. A kiss from him, even when his breath could clear a room; felt like a blessing. He had this quiet kind of magic. A healer’s soul in a tabby body. He sat with me through sickness. Curled up beside me when I needed peace. We slept, we played, we existed in perfect understanding.

Fergie, I love you more than I ever thought I could love a cat. Thank you for being my best furry friend. Thank you for healing me. And thank you for loving your people so well. You had the best life, full of warmth, naps, snacks, and adoration. We’ll miss you forever, but we’ll carry you with us, in the quietest, softest parts of our hearts.

Sleep well, sweet boy. ❤️

I wasn’t always a cat person. In fact, I was terrified of them as a kid. But then came Fergie. Not just any cat; but the cat. The one who changed everything. Who melted my fear into obsession. 

To be loved by Fergie was like being chosen by a small, furry god. A kiss from him, even when his breath could clear a room; felt like a blessing. He had this quiet kind of magic. A healer’s soul in a tabby body. He sat with me through sickness. Curled up beside me when I needed peace. We slept, we played, we existed in perfect understanding.

Fergie, I love you more than I ever thought I could love a cat. Thank you for being my best furry friend. Thank you for healing me. And thank you for loving your people so well. You had the best life, full of warmth, naps, snacks, and adoration. We’ll miss you forever, but we’ll carry you with us, in the quietest, softest parts of our hearts.

Sleep well, sweet boy. ❤️

I wasn’t always a cat person. In fact, I was terrified of them as a kid. But then came Fergie. Not just any cat; but the cat. The one who changed everything. Who melted my fear into obsession. 

To be loved by Fergie was like being chosen by a small, furry god. A kiss from him, even when his breath could clear a room; felt like a blessing. He had this quiet kind of magic. A healer’s soul in a tabby body. He sat with me through sickness. Curled up beside me when I needed peace. We slept, we played, we existed in perfect understanding.

Fergie, I love you more than I ever thought I could love a cat. Thank you for being my best furry friend. Thank you for healing me. And thank you for loving your people so well. You had the best life, full of warmth, naps, snacks, and adoration. We’ll miss you forever, but we’ll carry you with us, in the quietest, softest parts of our hearts.

Sleep well, sweet boy. ❤️

I wasn’t always a cat person. In fact, I was terrified of them as a kid. But then came Fergie. Not just any cat; but the cat. The one who changed everything. Who melted my fear into obsession. 

To be loved by Fergie was like being chosen by a small, furry god. A kiss from him, even when his breath could clear a room; felt like a blessing. He had this quiet kind of magic. A healer’s soul in a tabby body. He sat with me through sickness. Curled up beside me when I needed peace. We slept, we played, we existed in perfect understanding.

Fergie, I love you more than I ever thought I could love a cat. Thank you for being my best furry friend. Thank you for healing me. And thank you for loving your people so well. You had the best life, full of warmth, naps, snacks, and adoration. We’ll miss you forever, but we’ll carry you with us, in the quietest, softest parts of our hearts.

Sleep well, sweet boy. ❤️

I wasn’t always a cat person. In fact, I was terrified of them as a kid. But then came Fergie. Not just any cat; but the cat. The one who changed everything. Who melted my fear into obsession. 

To be loved by Fergie was like being chosen by a small, furry god. A kiss from him, even when his breath could clear a room; felt like a blessing. He had this quiet kind of magic. A healer’s soul in a tabby body. He sat with me through sickness. Curled up beside me when I needed peace. We slept, we played, we existed in perfect understanding.

Fergie, I love you more than I ever thought I could love a cat. Thank you for being my best furry friend. Thank you for healing me. And thank you for loving your people so well. You had the best life, full of warmth, naps, snacks, and adoration. We’ll miss you forever, but we’ll carry you with us, in the quietest, softest parts of our hearts.

Sleep well, sweet boy. ❤️

I wasn’t always a cat person. In fact, I was terrified of them as a kid. But then came Fergie. Not just any cat; but the cat. The one who changed everything. Who melted my fear into obsession. 

To be loved by Fergie was like being chosen by a small, furry god. A kiss from him, even when his breath could clear a room; felt like a blessing. He had this quiet kind of magic. A healer’s soul in a tabby body. He sat with me through sickness. Curled up beside me when I needed peace. We slept, we played, we existed in perfect understanding.

Fergie, I love you more than I ever thought I could love a cat. Thank you for being my best furry friend. Thank you for healing me. And thank you for loving your people so well. You had the best life, full of warmth, naps, snacks, and adoration. We’ll miss you forever, but we’ll carry you with us, in the quietest, softest parts of our hearts.

Sleep well, sweet boy. ❤️

I wasn’t always a cat person. In fact, I was terrified of them as a kid. But then came Fergie. Not just any cat; but the cat. The one who changed everything. Who melted my fear into obsession. 

To be loved by Fergie was like being chosen by a small, furry god. A kiss from him, even when his breath could clear a room; felt like a blessing. He had this quiet kind of magic. A healer’s soul in a tabby body. He sat with me through sickness. Curled up beside me when I needed peace. We slept, we played, we existed in perfect understanding.

Fergie, I love you more than I ever thought I could love a cat. Thank you for being my best furry friend. Thank you for healing me. And thank you for loving your people so well. You had the best life, full of warmth, naps, snacks, and adoration. We’ll miss you forever, but we’ll carry you with us, in the quietest, softest parts of our hearts.

Sleep well, sweet boy. ❤️

I wasn’t always a cat person. In fact, I was terrified of them as a kid. But then came Fergie. Not just any cat; but the cat. The one who changed everything. Who melted my fear into obsession. 

To be loved by Fergie was like being chosen by a small, furry god. A kiss from him, even when his breath could clear a room; felt like a blessing. He had this quiet kind of magic. A healer’s soul in a tabby body. He sat with me through sickness. Curled up beside me when I needed peace. We slept, we played, we existed in perfect understanding.

Fergie, I love you more than I ever thought I could love a cat. Thank you for being my best furry friend. Thank you for healing me. And thank you for loving your people so well. You had the best life, full of warmth, naps, snacks, and adoration. We’ll miss you forever, but we’ll carry you with us, in the quietest, softest parts of our hearts.

Sleep well, sweet boy. ❤️

I wasn’t always a cat person. In fact, I was terrified of them as a kid. But then came Fergie. Not just any cat; but the cat. The one who changed everything. Who melted my fear into obsession. 

To be loved by Fergie was like being chosen by a small, furry god. A kiss from him, even when his breath could clear a room; felt like a blessing. He had this quiet kind of magic. A healer’s soul in a tabby body. He sat with me through sickness. Curled up beside me when I needed peace. We slept, we played, we existed in perfect understanding.

Fergie, I love you more than I ever thought I could love a cat. Thank you for being my best furry friend. Thank you for healing me. And thank you for loving your people so well. You had the best life, full of warmth, naps, snacks, and adoration. We’ll miss you forever, but we’ll carry you with us, in the quietest, softest parts of our hearts.

Sleep well, sweet boy. ❤️

I wasn’t always a cat person. In fact, I was terrified of them as a kid. But then came Fergie. Not just any cat; but the cat. The one who changed everything. Who melted my fear into obsession. 

To be loved by Fergie was like being chosen by a small, furry god. A kiss from him, even when his breath could clear a room; felt like a blessing. He had this quiet kind of magic. A healer’s soul in a tabby body. He sat with me through sickness. Curled up beside me when I needed peace. We slept, we played, we existed in perfect understanding.

Fergie, I love you more than I ever thought I could love a cat. Thank you for being my best furry friend. Thank you for healing me. And thank you for loving your people so well. You had the best life, full of warmth, naps, snacks, and adoration. We’ll miss you forever, but we’ll carry you with us, in the quietest, softest parts of our hearts.

Sleep well, sweet boy. ❤️

I wasn’t always a cat person. In fact, I was terrified of them as a kid. But then came Fergie. Not just any cat; but the cat. The one who changed everything. Who melted my fear into obsession. 

To be loved by Fergie was like being chosen by a small, furry god. A kiss from him, even when his breath could clear a room; felt like a blessing. He had this quiet kind of magic. A healer’s soul in a tabby body. He sat with me through sickness. Curled up beside me when I needed peace. We slept, we played, we existed in perfect understanding.

Fergie, I love you more than I ever thought I could love a cat. Thank you for being my best furry friend. Thank you for healing me. And thank you for loving your people so well. You had the best life, full of warmth, naps, snacks, and adoration. We’ll miss you forever, but we’ll carry you with us, in the quietest, softest parts of our hearts.

Sleep well, sweet boy. ❤️

I wasn’t always a cat person. In fact, I was terrified of them as a kid. But then came Fergie. Not just any cat; but the cat. The one who changed everything. Who melted my fear into obsession. 

To be loved by Fergie was like being chosen by a small, furry god. A kiss from him, even when his breath could clear a room; felt like a blessing. He had this quiet kind of magic. A healer’s soul in a tabby body. He sat with me through sickness. Curled up beside me when I needed peace. We slept, we played, we existed in perfect understanding.

Fergie, I love you more than I ever thought I could love a cat. Thank you for being my best furry friend. Thank you for healing me. And thank you for loving your people so well. You had the best life, full of warmth, naps, snacks, and adoration. We’ll miss you forever, but we’ll carry you with us, in the quietest, softest parts of our hearts.

Sleep well, sweet boy. ❤️

I wasn’t always a cat person. In fact, I was terrified of them as a kid. But then came Fergie. Not just any cat; but the cat. The one who changed everything. Who melted my fear into obsession. 

To be loved by Fergie was like being chosen by a small, furry god. A kiss from him, even when his breath could clear a room; felt like a blessing. He had this quiet kind of magic. A healer’s soul in a tabby body. He sat with me through sickness. Curled up beside me when I needed peace. We slept, we played, we existed in perfect understanding.

Fergie, I love you more than I ever thought I could love a cat. Thank you for being my best furry friend. Thank you for healing me. And thank you for loving your people so well. You had the best life, full of warmth, naps, snacks, and adoration. We’ll miss you forever, but we’ll carry you with us, in the quietest, softest parts of our hearts.

Sleep well, sweet boy. ❤️

I wasn’t always a cat person. In fact, I was terrified of them as a kid. But then came Fergie. Not just any cat; but the cat. The one who changed everything. Who melted my fear into obsession. 

To be loved by Fergie was like being chosen by a small, furry god. A kiss from him, even when his breath could clear a room; felt like a blessing. He had this quiet kind of magic. A healer’s soul in a tabby body. He sat with me through sickness. Curled up beside me when I needed peace. We slept, we played, we existed in perfect understanding.

Fergie, I love you more than I ever thought I could love a cat. Thank you for being my best furry friend. Thank you for healing me. And thank you for loving your people so well. You had the best life, full of warmth, naps, snacks, and adoration. We’ll miss you forever, but we’ll carry you with us, in the quietest, softest parts of our hearts.

Sleep well, sweet boy. ❤️

I wasn’t always a cat person. In fact, I was terrified of them as a kid. But then came Fergie. Not just any cat; but the cat. The one who changed everything. Who melted my fear into obsession. 

To be loved by Fergie was like being chosen by a small, furry god. A kiss from him, even when his breath could clear a room; felt like a blessing. He had this quiet kind of magic. A healer’s soul in a tabby body. He sat with me through sickness. Curled up beside me when I needed peace. We slept, we played, we existed in perfect understanding.

Fergie, I love you more than I ever thought I could love a cat. Thank you for being my best furry friend. Thank you for healing me. And thank you for loving your people so well. You had the best life, full of warmth, naps, snacks, and adoration. We’ll miss you forever, but we’ll carry you with us, in the quietest, softest parts of our hearts.

Sleep well, sweet boy. ❤️

Grew up watching them work hard for me. Now I work hard many miles away, so I can take them to places they never dreamed of. This time, Amsterdam. Too more happy and healthy adventures together 🤲🏽❤️