Sunny days on the lake, reading books side by side in the sun. I feed the birds as my laughter echoes through the trees because you’re running inside out of fear of them. Sharing stories about dad as we pack up his house and trying to guess what he’d say if he was still here, so many tears but even more laughs. I’m so lucky to have a mumma like you
little memory
private, personal, meaningful
seems like they felt kind of...
- happy
- anxious
- affectionate
