Tag: growing up

There’s a sweetness that aches when you realize you’re living through a “last.” It’s never announced. There’s no celebration. No confetti or ceremony to mark the moment. You just notice one day that the thing they used to do—the thing that felt so ordinary—is gone. Like how Lucy used to call her milk “mookie.” We… Continue reading 🌸 The Bittersweet Beauty of the “Lasts”