Journaling: I learned much from my grandmother. She set an example early on about love. My earliest memory in life, my first memory ever was of my grandmother. I have a vivid memory of sitting in her kitchen sink as a baby. I could not have been more than one and a half years old. I was looking up at her while she was giving me a bath. I can still remember how much I loved her and she love me, in that moment I knew I was loved. I grew up wishing I could fit in that sink again so that she could give me another bath.
Photo: Pexels
Font: Bulky Refuse Type
Supplies: @Rachel Jefferies Portion of the Self Portrait Blog Hop - Retired
Such wonderful journaling and how awesome to have a photograph to remind you of that memory and love. I love how your page echoes the sunlight and also feels a bit nostalgic.
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