Lately I’ve been sad because I didn’t know my mom when she was in her twenties. I know, I know, it’s a delusional thought, but I envy those who knew her then. Her interests, her dislikes, her favorite song at that moment in time. Did she get nervous before dates? Did she cry as easily as she cries now? These are the details I so deeply crave to know.

My children may not know me now, but this will offer a glimpse into who I am today and am becoming. A time capsule of sorts of their mom and her evolution while on this side of heaven.