Buddy's Mom2015 ❲EXTENDED — TUTORIAL❳

I wasn’t looking for a person named Buddy. I was looking for me .

Do you ever have a random search term pop into your head late at night, one that feels like a key to a forgotten lock? That happened to me last week. I found myself typing a strange string of words into an old hard drive search bar: buddy's mom2015

Go hug your "Buddy." And take the photo. Even the messy one. Especially the messy one. I wasn’t looking for a person named Buddy

With so much love, The 2023 You If you have a photo from 2015 (or any year) where you felt invisible, tired, or just labeled as "X's mom" or "Y's dad," dig it up. Look at it again. You aren't looking at a faded parent. You’re looking at a superhero in yoga pants. That happened to me last week