Jannik Sinner was asked if it was easier for him to talk to the Royal Family this year
“Last year when we spoke you said you weren’t sure what to say to the Royal Family. Was it easier this time around?”
Jannik: “It was not easier. 😂I have so much respect so I don’t… I never know where the line is. 😂 You can really see that they love this sport. This is exactly how we feel as players when we see them. They’re staying there for 4 hours under the sun with the heat, it’s really nice. I asked the kids if they still play. They’re very happy. Yes they do. We had a very very small conversation, but I love it that they also take time to talk with me.” ❤️
(via Wimbledon Press)
It was the middle of the night, at about 1.30am, when Norway lost to England.
Yet thousands of Norwegians went to the Palace in Oslo and celebrated with one final Viking row.
They did not riot. They did not burn cars. They did not smash bus stops or glass windows of shops.
They smiled. The laughed. They saw the positive in their performance. They celebrated their heritage. They were proud of who they have been in the past and who they are today.
Norway might be out of the World Cup 2026 but they are in our hearts.
In the last three weeks, I think we have all fallen a little bit in love with Norwegians.
After hearing from the doctor that her son Léo’s cancer could no longer be treated, that no therapy was working anymore & the only goal was “to keep him comfortable until the end”… Claire went to his room.
Léo was sitting on his bed, watching videos on his tablet. She sat beside him, rested her head against his & they had this heartbreaking conversation:
Me: Breathing hurts, doesn’t it?
Léo: Uh… yeah.
Me: Does it hurt all the time?
Léo: (looking down) Yes…
Me: This cancer is awful… You know, you don’t have to fight anymore.
Léo: I don’t have to? (with a small smile) But I’ll keep fighting for you, Mom!
Me: No, sweetheart… You’re doing it for me?
Léo: Well… yes.
Me: And what’s a mom’s job?
Léo: To protect you! (with his big smile)
Me: My love… I can’t protect you here anymore. The only way to do it now is from the sky. (My heart shattered.)
Léo: Then I’ll go to the sky and play while I wait for you! You’ll come, right?
Me: Of course I’ll come! You know you can’t get rid of Mom that easily!
Léo: Thanks, Mom! I’ll play while I wait for you!
That was their last real conversation.
In the hours that followed, Claire never left his side. They played, laughed, watched videos. & fought the “bad guys” with their toy guns. They made the most of every moment.
An hour before he left, he snuggled into her arms again & told her how he wanted to be remembered: “As a policeman.”
A little later, Claire went to the bathroom. When she came back, Léo was sleeping deeply. His little body had given up. But in one final breath, he opened his eyes, smiled & whispered: “I love you, Mom.” Then he closed his eyes as Claire softly sang into his ear…
Léo passed away at just 4 years old, in his mother’s arms, after a brave fight against cancer.
The photo shared isn’t just one picture, it’s two. In the first, you see Léo lying on the bathroom rug, waiting for his mom to finish her shower. In the second… the same rug. Empty. Just a silent rug, where a perfect little boy once waited for his mom.
If tonight your child is near you, put your phone down, forget what you’re doing,
& give them the longest, warmest hug. 💛
Erling Haaland’s interview after the game. This guy is a top professional. Just top. Be it in defeat or in his wins. Thank you Erling. Norway may have been knocked out but you won the hearts of millions of people across America and all over the world. 🇳🇴
The day Marie brought her daughter home from the hospital, she thought the hardest part would be getting some sleep. Instead, she kept watching Tank. Tank is a Great Dane, all 140 pounds of him, and for six years he’d been the baby of the house. Her husband kept saying he’d be fine, but Marie had read all the warnings new parents read online, and she couldn’t stop wondering how a dog that big would understand something so tiny. She should’ve trusted him. From the first afternoon, Tank seemed to give himself a job. Every time they laid the baby down in the nursery, he followed them in, sniffed carefully near the crib, and settled beside it like someone had put him on the night shift. Pretty soon, Marie started finding him there at all hours. If the baby fussed at three in the morning, Tank was already standing by the crib before Marie even made it down the hall. Her husband joked that they didn’t need the baby monitor anymore. They already had a 140-pound one. What surprised Marie most was how gentle he made himself. Tank moved through that little room like he was afraid of bumping the crib, and when the baby cried, he never got worked up. He’d rest his chin on the rail, give one slow wag, and wait for Marie like he was reporting for duty. This morning, Marie stood in the doorway and watched him lower himself to the floor beside the crib with a long sigh. Her daughter was asleep, and the room was so quiet Marie could hear her breathing. “You’re going to look after her,” she said softly. “I know you are.” Did you ever have a dog who seemed to know exactly who needed protecting?
Every blonde influencer who vaguely resembles Haaland is now jumping on his wave.
Quite funny and certainly a better trend than anything TikTok algorithms usually insist on.
- @MarioNawfal
My grandmother died two years ago and left me seventeen boxes of doilies she'd crocheted over forty years, each one wrapped in tissue paper with a date written in pencil on the back. Some were from the seventies, intricate pineapple patterns she made while watching soap operas. Others were from the nineties when her arthritis was getting bad and the stitches got looser, less perfect. I didn't know what to do with them because they felt too precious to use as actual doilies but too important to leave in boxes in my attic where nobody would ever see them.
My living room has this one long wall that's always been empty because I could never afford the kind of art that felt meaningful enough to hang there, and one night I was unpacking another box of her doilies and crying a little bit because I missed her so much it physically hurt. I started thinking about how she spent all those hours making beautiful things that nobody really looked at anymore, just functional objects that sat under lamps or got stained with coffee rings. She deserved better than that. Her work deserved to be seen.
I bought wooden embroidery hoops in different sizes from someone on Tedooo app who makes them from reclaimed wood, and I started stretching her doilies inside them like little pieces of lace art. Painted that wall deep teal because white felt too stark, and then spent an entire weekend arranging and rearranging seventeen doilies until the pattern felt right. When I finally stepped back and looked at the whole wall together, I started sobbing because it looked like my grandmother's hands had created this enormous mandala of time and patience and love that had been invisible until now.
People keep asking where I got them and I tell them about Grandma, about how she made each one by hand with thread that cost almost nothing. I started selling my own framed vintage doilies through a shop on Tedooo app because it turns out a lot of us inherited boxes of our grandmothers' handiwork and didn't know how to honor it properly. Every time I look at that wall I can almost hear her voice telling me to sit up straight and finish what I started, and somehow that feels like she's still here.
Happy birthday to our friend Pam Shriver! 🎉
Did you know Pam and Martina are the only women's doubles pair to have completed the Grand Slam in a calendar year, winning all four major titles in 1984?
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We will love you forever @Cristiano
🚨 BREAKING:
Cristiano Ronaldo:
"Even if I win the World Cup, I won't be higher than I am, and even if I don't win, I won't be any less.
Praise be to God, I lack nothing. God has been very generous to me."