Why I’m Thankful That My Parents Took Photos of Us Almost Every Day
Mama’s birthday is today. She would’ve been turning 86.
Here we are, thick as thieves in December of 1961, with my beloved Gund Cubbi bear, that I still have of course. I was 2 and she was 32.
Lots of our photos are of me standing on something, mostly cars it seems.
They waited later than most of my friend’s parents to have us, thus making me usually the one with the oldest parents. I knew how lucky I was. I honestly believe they took several photos of us every single day.
She named me Victoria, inspired by the tag of her favorite maternity top.
She was my best friend. ~shared by @mimivictoriadawn