Mamalode

It makes me feel guilty. Because I really am thankful for all that I have every day, yet I need a holiday set aside to fully express that gratitude.

“You got another tattoo mommy?” she squealed.

I grew up surrounded by the noise, and smell, of boys. I both hated and loved it. It shaped me into the me I am today.

Part of me just loves that she skipped right over wanting to be a princess, and went straight to being the queen.

 I knew what amazing teachers were, I was raised by them.

While I don’t actually hope she’ll be like me in every way, Skye wanting to be “just like mommy” feels like some kind of parenting win, even if it doesn’t last forever.