#mombassadorchat

Moms,

Today's #mombassadorchat is with @believeinbuddha on crafting!!

Here's her bio:

Hi there! I'm the Buddhist Mama. I am 27 years old and from central California. I have four children; Ava, Ella, Zeus, and Harley Quinn. I am no stranger to struggle and have seen my share of ups and downs in life. No matter what the universe throws at me I like to stay positive and take everything as a lesson to be learned and wisdom to be gained. I like to focus on what truly matters...

Thank you for loving me, teaching me strength and showing me pure innocent love. I feel lost, empty and broken - but in time I will be okay, because I know you're okay and at peace. Enjoy your fun in fields of flowers and endless laughter my sweet girl. Know that you have made an impact on the world more than anyone can see because you are truly amazing and I thank God for the time he has given us with you. I love you always and forever my princess Diana.

Rest in peace my sweet girl 👑👼💜💋

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