A decade of motherhood

Ten years I first looked into his eyes. After I looked at his misshapen head, that is.

He happily opened his gifts The last one got the above reaction. A classic model car, a porche. With a knife to cut the parts. And paint to made it his own.

Happy happy day.

Since the start of his kindergarten, I haven't been able to personally bring birthday treats to his classroom.

Today changed that changed.

A happy birthday, indeed.

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