Turquoise bake

Last August, I lost my mother.

And this is the first Mother’s Day without her.

It used to be my favorite day of the year because every year, I tried to make something special for her.

A cake. Flowers. A surprise. A little celebration.

Even when Parkinson’s and dementia slowly took so much away from her, I still never wanted to miss a chance to celebrate her.

The tart in this reel was from our last Mother’s Day together. She could hardly hold the knife anymore, but we still cut it together.

If there’s one thing I want people to take from this reel, it’s this:

Please celebrate your mothers while you still can.
Love them loudly. Sit with them longer. Take the pictures. Cut the cake.

Because one day, those moments become everything. 🤍

This year wasn’t easy.

But somewhere between distance, loss, and quiet moments…
I found the strength to show up for myself.

And somehow, love still found me — in different ways 🤍

not all of it happened on the same day…
but every piece of it made me feel celebrated 🤍