Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Birthday Musings

My 24th birthday was on Sunday.

Those ears still slay me.

November 2nd means way more to me than my day of birth (5:36 am, by the way...my mother would remind me, rather loudly, about how long she was in labor). It's the day B emailed me again after eight months to ask me to help her find a home for Image. Obviously, that home ended up being me, so it's the day my life changed drastically for the better.


He had a ridiculous amount of presence, but was usually very quiet about it. I loved that about him -- he could fill a huge space with his spirit.

I still miss him so much. I know it's holding me back from a lot of things, but I'm not ready to move on just yet.