It’s past midnight here…

which means it’s August 19th…

the day my mama was born…

and all week I’ve been really struggling with missing her…

almost like the loss is even more fresh than when it happened.

Grief is a funny thing. …

so what’s with the shot of these cool pajama bottoms??
These were mama’s. She wore them often.

Now I do.

I wish I could see her sitting around the house in them again.

I wish I could hug her… hold her…kiss her goodnight and tell her again that I’m so glad she’s my mama.

She was too young. And it’s not fair.

And yet… it is reality.

And we endure a lifetime adjusting without her. ♡