Dayna Sanders

This was hard. It was difficult. 

I wasn’t fully me yet. I was angst, I was conflict, I was fierce, I was invincible. I was the beauty and the ugly of 17. It’s difficult to look back at. I was underprepared. I was judged. I was isolated.

Yet in this difficult ground, new life seeded and took root.

And now, my son.

I wish I could have given you all that you deserved. And yet, through it, the beautiful blossoms came.

This day of celebration and healing is for you, my son.

You are beautiful. You are brave. You are wise. You are wonderful and infinite. Your heart is so strong and good.

This life together has been a blessing.