When Words Make You Cry

Whoever you are, thank you. I received a beautiful floral arrangement for my birthday today and unfortunately, the card is not signed nor does it have the sender's name on it. I will do a little recon to see if I can figure out who the rascal is. I have to tell you, the sentiments on the card caused this sixty-year-old broad to cry like a baby.

Everyone wants to be seen, heard, and loved. Every. Single. One. Of. Us. As a single person who lives alone, one of the few downsides of that is, I don't have person to talk with each day about how we were in the world. The words on this card... well, let's just say I feel very seen, heard, and loved.

My Aunt Vicki sent this photo of me taken when I was almost 5 years old. My Mom Mom made this sundress for me. Wah. 😭 My Aunt Susan sent me handkerchiefs once owned by Mom Mom and an Atlantic City pillowcase own by family for my birthday. Wah. 😭

What treasures!

I don't have many artifacts from my family or childhood, although that has changed over the past couple of years. I have NOTHING from my mother's side of the family, which makes me sad, because items like the ones I do now have from my father's side of the family hold history and tether me to it. This is important to me. I have to wonder if I fill my own home with so many things so Lila will have her own set of artifacts.

What a little cutie I was! 🥰