Only today I woke up to something marvelous as well: A photo posted by my mom of Sage’s art project in kindergarten. She was charged with creating a life-size construction paper version of someone she admired, and she chose the great-grandmother whom she hardly knew, and on whose birthday she could have been born had Sage been on time and not tortured me for an additional 6 days.
Here’s Momsie eating a lollipop, with flowing blond hair and flared magenta disco pants in honor of her 95th birthday.
I love when kids have the ability to see things we never would. They’re often right.
Happy birthday Momsie. Hope you’re doing the hustle somewhere right now, and that the lollipops are tasty.