Today marks 10 years since my mother passed away from leukemia. As a parting gift she gave each of her children a present. Mine was her diaries, hand written since she was a little girl. This is what she wrote the night I was born. It’s now my first tattoo.
we gotta bring play dates back. this summer we’re going to my place and making some freshly squeezed orange juice. hitting the neighborhood public pool. maybe hit the easy bake oven later. who knows. world’s our oyster