I’m not a nostalgic person, so this weeks photo challenge was tough. This is the only thing I could think to post. It’s my photo album from when I was a child. It’s the only thing my mom has handled that I still have. It brings me to tears handling something that she actually touched and in fact made. I miss my Mom, wherever she is. The photo album, like all things has been worn from time. But I still cherish it and leave it as unchanged as possible. The trunk underneath is where I store it, locked. If there was a fire it would be the only thing I grabbed. The photo closest to the bottom, that’s me and my mom.
Hi mom, I miss you.