Growing up my sister, brother and I were so fortunate to have the parents we did. It wasn’t always easy, but it was always happy, loving, comforting and warm. Our parents loved each other and they loved us and gave us a nurturing and supportive home to grow up in. They are no longer with us, my sister is also with them, watching over us still. We hope we have always made them proud, we love and miss them so.
That is what makes me “lucky to be me!”
Thanks to Christie Dawn for the Margherita font, also used Aimee Harrison's Fields of Lavender and Blue Heart Scraps WA
