This photograph means the world to me. It also really makes my heart ache, because I see the dimples in my hands, the curls on my head, and the tip of my nose, and see Genny and Ava in myself. I know how comforting they find my hugs and it terrifies me to think one day I won’t be here for them. I do my best each day to make the most of our day, to not yell too often, to laugh way more than yell, and to hug, hug, hug and give kisses often. I’ll never stop missing my mom’s hugs. Do you really ever stop missing your mom once she has gone? I doubt it.
Happy birthday, mom.
PS- My mom hated being in photos, which makes me hang on each image of her even MORE tightly. I love her eye gaze, her slight smile, and how we are just perfect together. I love the look on my face- there is no better place to be than tightly against the bosom of your mama!!!!!