I miss my dad, and I am not ok, and that’s ok.
This post was meant for January 22, 2019. It didn’t make it out, but it is now! So read it like you are reading it on January 22. Thanks.
Growth is crossing legs. One by one her mannerisms and actions are changing, so here I am, writing about it all.
It’s time… Mambo is changing, and so are our adventures.
A letter to my two year old.