What a year, what a year. A tidal wave, really. The magic of pregnancy followed by a gut-punching loss; first time mom and single mom all at once. Ten months later, the loss of my father. And not from a stand back sort of way, but rather the up-close-and-personal experience of death. Makoa made him so happy in his final days, for that I am thankful. And you want to know what? While I was army crawling through the shit, I still figured out how to help someone else. Barely supporting us and in a car with no A/C, I drove around San Diego for weeks collecting donations to support a spur-of-the-moment movement that I had spent hours of my time organizing, in order to assist another single-mother-to-be. Even more, I met her and her baby in the hospital 2 days postpartum, just so I could make sure she felt honored, because I remember how lonely those celebratory days felt without a partner or family. You can have NOTHING and still have SOMETHING to give. I'm proof of that. Thank you to my constant inspiration and motivator: MAKOA. He has taught me everything I need to know about strength, selflessness, and the importance of helping others.
Thank you @amariactive
for letting me represent your female empowered line. So grateful 💕