WPC: Love and beloved

This is what I wish for all of you: love and be loved, and this is how it’s done over here.

No matter how much I love my sister and parents (and uncles and other relatives and all my friends) and they love me back, they are far now and I mostly deal with love from and for my immediate pack. That is to say, my two be(a)sties. Let’s have a look.

Oh, and the reason why the little bestia is featured above rather than the big one is not because I’d love him more – he is just easier to photograph running naked in the grass. 😀

The day when Sis and I shared a spa day near Caldana.

And we share a couple of parents too.

I’m not as lucky to be a parent, that’s why I must borrow a child whenever I can.

Be calm, bestia, she is just temporary.

You know this is your place ever since you were very little. Photo: Zedd

One bestia younger than the other. In front of our former grocery store.

But I love him the most when he is running free in the green.

The other bestia shows his love by getting things done. This was not bought specifically for either the moon or the flamingos.

We might choose this colour for the room, looks good! Thanks, camera!

After cooking it was time to refresh the olive.

So that it can grow happier and stronger again.

In the winter ours is the only home around with the light on.

Long live our branco! Which is Italian for “pack”. Photo: Zedd

Here is a story from the early days of our pack when I realised that I’m a bestia too.

And naturally I love ours the most, but here is another kind of love story that warms my heart. You marry your best friend for whom you’d go till the end of the world. And then you go. Together. Lillian the Hope Poet tells what happiness is.

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Beloved