It took 18 years for me to make this album.
It is my daughter's story of birthday cakes over the years until this one, her 18th birthday.
I will share a few pages here.
I used all the invitations that I found in a box I moved out of mother's house.
I also found a note mother left me. She knew I would be the last person to go through her things.
I have cried, smiled, laughed, cried...
That's what it's like to raise a healthy child that lives to celebrate all these birthdays.
I realize I am lucky.
Yet, there are clouds that pass over and tell me she is leaving.
And I grieve that.
And I celebrate that.
Suz said she has room in her heart for sadness, its the depression that she doesn't want to fall into to. I get that.
And, so, there is happiness and there is sadness, like most beautiful stories...
