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We remember. 🌸 This is my Mama and Ate bringing me home from the hospital after I was born. I don’t remember, but it’s my Mama’s birthday today, and I remember her. Every corner and inch, laughter and smell. I miss you always, and I celebrate you always. Happy birthday, Maych. This one’s for you. ❤️

We remember. 🌸 This is my Mama and Ate bringing me home from the hospital after I was born. I don’t remember, but it’s my Mama’s birthday today, and I remember her. Every corner and inch, laughter and smell. I miss you always, and I celebrate you always. Happy birthday, Maych. This one’s for you. ❤️

We remember. 🌸 This is my Mama and Ate bringing me home from the hospital after I was born. I don’t remember, but it’s my Mama’s birthday today, and I remember her. Every corner and inch, laughter and smell. I miss you always, and I celebrate you always. Happy birthday, Maych. This one’s for you. ❤️

We remember. 🌸 This is my Mama and Ate bringing me home from the hospital after I was born. I don’t remember, but it’s my Mama’s birthday today, and I remember her. Every corner and inch, laughter and smell. I miss you always, and I celebrate you always. Happy birthday, Maych. This one’s for you. ❤️

To lie back in a snowbank, feel the freezing crunch of swinging arms and legs, silhouetting angels against an endless white, and then -- to wait until July to try and describe the silver moon, the crisp breath, the goosebumps on my arms from the flakes slipping up my sleeves. To find hollyhocks boasting blooms of pinks and whites and burgundies, arranging them in a bundle, watching them explode the dining room table with perfumed color, and then-- to wait until they have wilted, died, crumpled, and been cleared, to try and explain to someone all that this empty vase once held. To shout at the mirror, the rain, the wood burning in the fireplace, knowing no amount of hindsight can heal what had to unravel, knowing no possible warning could have prevented it. Knowing the rain knows only how to hurl itself headlong to the pavement, knowing that-- a log, already on fire, splits its body open to offer more of itself to burn. Sarah Kay, (first published by IthacaLit).

Happy 2nd, baby boy. ❤️ Thank you.

Lies in the silence of the night when the loudest whisper that deafens is that of the desperate beating of your heart and you are left with the echoes of your blind hope that memories will be again

Ay makasisingil ng barya Sa tuwing naiisip kita Ngayong araw na ito Ako'y maitatanghal na reyna Mahal, Nasaan ka?

Good morning, my love.

Oh the profoundness of being alone. The freedom. The joy. The necessity.