Happy Birthday, my fire-spirited, wild-limbed, weed-tough, tender-sweet baby-child. Here on the cusp of your own bravery and our mutual embodiment of love.

Thank you for teaching me; how to nourish, how to be brought to my knees, how to emerge stronger from the all-consuming fire of mama-ing.

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