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Spring likes to sneak away in the middle of the night or behind the veil of rain, but always leaves a note.
When I was little, Babushka let me play with things from the vanity in her bedroom. I loved the round handheld mirror. When you held it under your nose, mirror-side facing up and looked down into it as you walked, it made you feel like you were walking on the ceiling. How curiously different everything felt.
The best gifts don’t come in boxes. Happy Birthday, Mom. Te Amo