Summertime Madness: Every Summer Has Its Own Story

“It’s a smile, it’s a kiss, it’s a sip of wine … it’s summertime!”
― Kenny Chesney

Time to slow down, relax and have fun with great people. Time to teach the next generation to swim. The sun is shining down on you and there’s nothing else except for joy.

Have you ever noticed that every meal tastes so good in summer – especially by the water? The other day I had the most tasty and juicy grilled chicken in a very long time. Not to mention the watermelon.

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No chance to be bored while having this little princess around

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Soothing Water

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My Beautiful Friend

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Pure Joy

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Pure Joy II

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I Got You

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Back to Childhood

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Back to Childhood II

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Now You Try It On Your Own

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Acroyoga, Nice to Meet You.

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Heavy or Not?

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Almost There

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The Sweetest Little Helper Ever 🙂

Thanks for stopping by!

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About terissmile

Teresa is the name. I was born in the Czech Republic, but since I always leave a piece of my heart in every place I had chance to live for a while, I feel more like a child of the world. It all started with moments which had a huge impact on my emotional level and on myself as well. Moments seemingly ordinary and insignificant from the common point of view, more specifically emotions written in human faces. I started chasing those candid ephemeral moments that are there only for a second and then they are gone and lost forever - be it loneliness, fear, anxiety, astonishment, joy, love, disappointment, loss... But it´s all real. Real emotions of real people. I do not follow any rules in particular, the only thing I insist on is honesty and genuineness that help me to add life to possibly every shot I take. Since minimalism is my way, I try to keep them as minimalist as possible. That is how I create my world. Take a look if you like. https://thestoryofmylifebyterismile.wordpress.com/
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