She’s not here, but somehow she’s everywhere—in the way I love my babies, in the garden I plant, in the strength I didn’t know I had until I had to find it. The older I get, the more I hear her voice in mine. The more I understand what she carried, what she gave, what she gave up. Her love is still here. Always. Happy Mother’s Day, Mama. You’re still my why 🤍 Was so nice to talk about my Mama with @trevorfarnes / @mtnops 🤍 Happy Mother’s Day to all the Mamas. 🫶🫶