I’ve continued to clean out all my junk and prepare for the move today. There’s still a few weeks until I actually leave, but I feel that there’s a million things to be done before that.
As I was searching through a box I stumbled across this drawing. I must have been around 7, +/- one year, when I made this for my mom while she was at the hospital. I made a lot of these for her, drawings and letter, but this is one of the few I’ve kept. My dad must have saved them for me and put them in a box filled with other things belonging to my mom. It made me a little nostalgic and a little sad, but smiling at the same time, so I wanted so share it with you guys.