aww, hugs. i hate when i get feeling melancholy about the things in my life i don't have anymore, and things that have changed. i have to remind myself to look at what i DO have, not at what i USED to have. i miss a lot of things. sometimes i cry about it. but every year i get older, is another year i've grown, and learned, and loved. be happy, sweety. you have your whole life ahead of you to experience new things, and meet new people, and make friends that you never expected.
oh, and you can ALWAYS call me. you know that. i know i'm not YOUR mom...but i've acted as substitute mom on many occasions, and a hug is still a hug, and i have large, squishy mom shoulders to cry on that smell like cookies.
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oh, and you can ALWAYS call me. you know that. i know i'm not YOUR mom...but i've acted as substitute mom on many occasions, and a hug is still a hug, and i have large, squishy mom shoulders to cry on that smell like cookies.
xoxo
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