The year you became his mom
Write a line or two here about that first year — what he was like, what you were like, a moment only the two of you had.
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One day. Two beginnings. This year, told in sunflowers — ours to keep, and to add to, every year we get.
Tap play — this year's film
[This is where your letter to her goes — a few lines, in your own words, about what this day means to you both. We'll write this together.]
Write a line or two here about that first year — what he was like, what you were like, a moment only the two of you had.
This space is waiting for next year's video and photos.