I am a day late. I love you mamma. The following is a random slide of photos.
Mamma lets me take photos like this one, after I’ve thoroughly embarrassed her enough:
Also this one, after she hit the moose:
(No, not a diaper on her head. Just an ice pack from the hospital. But we called her diaper head for months. We’re mature like that.)
But here is an embarrassing photo of me, to even things up, with my mom and my cousin Crystal:
My mom was nineteen when she and my father honeymooned together, as seen in this photo:
A couple months later….
My mom was younger than myself when she posed for this photo, with me:
And still younger than I when she posed for this photo:
My mom still loved me when I looked like this:
Puts new meaning on the whole, “a face only a mother could love” doesn’t it?
My mom took my senior photos for me (and did a REALLY good job at making me NOT look like that previous photo, right?!):
My mom gave me these for my 21st birthday:
But most importantly? Y’all? My mamma is HOTTTT:
Ti amo, mamma.
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