On my pin board, is a summary of my life. Parts that make me smile. Parts that make me cry.
A faded picture of a blond haired little boy, his blue eyes bright with joy.
A stained, handwritten speech. My six-year-old handwriting slopes up and down, but the words printed in orange felt tip are deeper than anything I could write today.
The torn off cover of a picture book.
A business card.
A Swedish Fish wrapper.
And finally, a newer photo, a polaroid this time, of five girls.