Apr 06, 2010

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There’s a picture in one of my mother’s albums that I’ve always loved. I was a baby (about this age) and we were at the beach. I don’t remember being there, but the picture has become the memory for me. Mom was holding me on her hip like this and the wind was blowing her hair. I was snuggled up to her just like this and she was smiling a genuine smile.

Whenever I look at that picture I think, “Wow. That light is so beautiful.”

Then I think, “Gosh, my mom looks pretty.”

And then I think, “She really loves me.”