I wanted to find a picture of my mom in an apron for yesterday’s post
you know how it is,
when you want something, you just can’t put your finger on it.
But I did find some sweet pictures
My mom and Dad – probably early 1960’s.
A picture of me, probably my third birthday, reaching up to taste one of the wonderful birthday cakes mom baked for me every year – angel food with seven minute frosting.
I love this picture of mom. It was taken in the summer of 1963 during a trip to New Brunswick. I was 6 years old and it was my very first trip off the Island. I was so excited. I can remember driving off the ferry. I was wide-eyed. I can still hear the gentle teasing in my dad’s voice as he said “Does it look any different?”
Nannie and my two oldest boys – 1983. They loved her cookies!
Mom died 17 years ago on June 22. I still miss her. But I feel blessed to have such sweet memories.
I need a kleenex 🙂
Does anyone else get melancholy looking through old photos?