Beauty Comes from ?

 …from the life of Diana Lesire Brandmeyer
  

It’s all about layers.

These roses are beautiful. And if you pull them apart petal by petal you still find the soft fragrant beauty.


My friends are the same. Each are made of stunning layers and when I see or speak to them I find another. 


As different as each rose is, so are my friends and what they offer me, offer the world. 

Some days comfort is a layer that spreads across my shoulders from a friend’s hug.

Or it might come in the form or laughter, a recipe that heals.


A compliment that is needed so badly at just the right moment, when you feel you are invisible.
 


What layers do your friends share with you? 


What layers do you offer to them?