I’m dead tired. My legs are numb, my hands ache from scribbling and doing hand lettering for my one sentence journal. I’ve been in bed since 10, but today is the day my little guy came into my life 9 years ago. He’s exhausted and snoring already.
Happy birthday, Angelo… thanks for the sunshine, the love and the devotion. My one beacon of hope that there is always hope, no matter what.. no matter how badly I fail or fall.