Patchies! It's your birthday, darlin. I got some pretty plants for you. One is a dwarf oleander and one is a blue daze ground cover. I'll try to make them grow all year, baby.
There's so much to say, son. And all of it hurts.
Climb into Our Lady's arms and smell her perfumed hair and let her hold us together until we all reunite.
❤, Mommy
