April 2018

I took these photos of my mother a year and a week after my father, her husband for over four decades, passed away.

When I look at her these are the things that I see.

 Beauty

Kindness

Grace

Strength

Love

My Mother

When I was a child

I was determined to not be her.

Now that I’m grown

I’d be lucky to be half as amazing as her.

When I was a  teenager

I was embarrassed to be with her.

Now that I’m an adult

I long to be near her.