This is the earliest photo I have with both of us...
She carefully crimped my hair, section by section, starting at the crown and going all the way down to the bottom. She bought me a dress I loved and embellished it with peach rose accents and ribbon. She found the perfect veil and gloves and peach patent leather shoes and purse accessories. It was everything I wanted and I am sure it took more money and time then she anticipated but she happily did it for me.
I was afraid that I would forget all these details. That I would forget the love if I didn't have the picture reminders of my childhood. Would that time of my life cease to exist because I don't have proof of it in my hands?
As I was busy living my college years and then the rest of my 20s, maybe I really didn't think about it all that much. But she was still there, a constant supporter and cheerleader in my life.
Then I became a mother and suddenly it all made sense. It made sense why she took so much time and effort making small details of my life perfect. Until I had a child, I simply did not know it was possible to love another so deeply, so selflessly, so completely. I needed that experience to understand. The world came into sharp focus and with that came a confidence I never had before and an appreciation for mothers, grandmothers, aunts and all women that love, nurture and encourage. And I didn't need pictures of Florida vacations, camping trips or her gazing into my newborn eyes. Because I now feel it in my bones, in every cell in my body, every time I look at my child I can feel just how much she loves and believes in me. And I could not be more humbled.
I love you, Mom. Happy Mother's Day.