My Mother, as Captured in a Photograph.

Today, I looked through some old photographs for pictures of my mother and me and I found this old one from when I was almost exactly Gabriel's age and my mother at my age.  I love this photo of the two of us full-belly laughing as we play in the water--my mom all classy in her white shorts, striped shirt and windblown hair and, me, wispy blonde hair with a look of (I'm not quite sure), mischief?  Something about it strikes familiar. 

Today we celebrated Mother's Day.  Be they our mothers or perhaps women of influence, strength and wisdom in our lives; we thought of them, we called them or took them for tea, or sent flowers or just said a little prayer of thanks for them.  Or we wished we could have done all of that.

Happy Mother's Day to my mother, a strong, devoted and caring woman, who today seems too far away.  And to my son, you make my life richer and fuller and no one makes me laugh or sigh quite like you.