Denver, you are bittersweet 💛 I’m so grateful my mom & I were able to make this trip happen, it’s been years since we had one on one time. It is hard to see your parent who’s still here live their best life but also want to be selfish and force them to come live by you so you can have every last moment together. I hate seeing her age, although it’s beautiful and she’s blessed to be getting older... I have a love hate with every new wrinkle, her silver hairs coming in, her tiredness that comes earlier in the day while knowing she’s still so young at heart but the years are adding up. The wrong love is painful, but the right loves hurt even more. It’s a lesson I learned the day my dad took his last breath and I experienced grief for the first time ever. The right loves hurt more because those are the ones you’ll never be able to recreate or replace. I’m eternally grateful for all the right loves I’ve had in my life to make it so damn scary but also so worth living. Until next time Denver, miss you already mom 🤟🏼