Today is my mom’s birthday and sharing her with you is a gift. In knowing her – Pierina – you’ll know more about me.
I am her, and yet? I’m not. I’m me infused by her love and caring.
She’ll cry when she reads this; I’ve cried writing it. Perhaps you’ll cry too.
It’s all good because it had to be said, from me to my mom, who I call Mamalu, a letter of love on her birthday.
Let’s start with this photo, because really, who could resist that mischievous smile? I love that moment of joy and connection that shines through her eyes.
Can you see it?

