One of my earliest memories is my fourth birthday on a cruise to the Bahamas. My family and extended relatives on my mom’s side were all there, celebrating. I don’t remember every detail, but I do remember the cruise staff picking me up and singing to me as I blew out the candles on my cake. That same year, I started youth league cheerleading. Life still felt good. Simple. Then…
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The Arrival: A Letter to My Younger Self
Saturday, June 18, 1994 You’ve just made your entrance into this world, little one, with a smile that could light up the darkest room. I’d love to say you brought endless joy that day, but the truth is, it’s hard to know for sure. It’s…