Welcome to my first blog post.
Here is a picture from my first birthday.
The little lover of fire there is me.
The one holding me from the flame is my best friend, my mom.
. My first real kiss was in the middle of the street under falling snow.
. I found true love during my first trip to New York. New York cheesecake, I still love you.
. In first grade, I learned the colors of the rainbow.
. My first time eating a mussel was my last.
I hope today has a "first" in store for you.
There's something exciting about most of them,
and the great thing is, is that they don't even bite
(unless your alligator wrestling for the first time).