Speaking of which, I'm going to be twenty in less than a month. I know that's rather young, but it's going to be weird no longer being a "teenager." I still feel like such a kid. I don't know much about life or the world, but I've decided that maybe that's okay.
The above photo is my all-time favorite picture of my mom. She was a beautiful lady. She was a teacher, an artist, a pastor's wife, a cook, a florist, a writer, an interior decorator. She and my grandpa designed and sold a line of successful doll furniture. She was the sweetest lady I know. She loved God with all her heart. She persevered through some of the worst illnesses I have ever seen, and I'm proud to call her my mom. Last Sunday, the 27th, marked three years since her passing. I meant to write something that day, but I just couldn't. I was too sad that day to write anything positive. And I wanted the post to reflect how optimistic she was.
|I took this photo when I was seventeen. (The same age as my mom in the picture.)|
I hope y'all have a wonderful week!