32 years ago they cut me out of my mother.
The last picture shows a text my mum wrote about me when I was 7 months describing how hopelessly late I was with everything, makes me laugh everytime I read it (especially the
varär in the first sentence). I don’t have time to translate it, sorry, but if someone else wants to – feel free to do so in the comments. I’m off to start celebrating my day, will show you later if I manage to remember to take pictures.
Happy day to you!