Friday, May 12, 2017

Before She Was My Mom

I've always shown photographs of my mother, on and around Mother's Day, in scenes showing her with me as a young child. Holding me in a red snowsuit. Holding me on my first Christmas.

This year, I thought I'd show an image before she was my mother, before anyone called her "Mom."

Because I want to celebrate the special woman that she is, without children as a factor.

Here's to the great woman who would become a great mother, who was, and continues to be, great.




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