the year is 1997.
i was two years old.
my hair is blonde, my nose is small, and my eyes are filled with happiness.
the kind of happiness that only a child can have.
i'm pulled close to my mom.
to this day it's still one of my favorite places to be.
i think it's kind of scary.
how you can love someone so much.
so much that it hurts.
that they have so much of your heart,
they could break you.
you're so vulnerable.
i love you, mom.