Years ago, this space held my simplest joys, pregnancy updates, baby milestones, little moments I didn’t want to forget. Life felt slower then, easier to capture in words. Somewhere along the way, life kept moving. I didn’t get to write everything. There’s Marcus now, 11, our bunso, our little comedian. He fills our home with laughter at just the right moments. He has this natural eye for digital animation , and a voice that can turn into so many characters. Sometimes I watch him and think he is already building his own little world. And then there’s Georgia. She’s 13 now. Sweet, deeply empathetic, and stronger than she realizes. The kind of strength that doesn’t need to be loud, because it shows up quietly, every single day. She loves writing too. Sometimes she just observes her surroundings and turns them into inspiration. Other times, she writes from her own experiences, shaping them into stories only she can tell. She’s at that age now where she has little crushes, and I can’t help...
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