When I look back on my childhood, it isn’t always the big vacations, special occasions, or carefully planned experiences that come to mind. More often, it’s the ordinary moments—the ones no one realized would become memories. Maybe the moments that stay with us longest aren’t the ones our parents worked hardest to create, but the quiet ones when we simply felt happy, safe, and loved.

You are the first place I ever came home to. The first place I ever dreamed. You witnessed my 1st ouchie, My 1st broken heart, My 1st loss.