As she studied herself, she would smile, frown, squint her eyes, stick her tongue out, and then look at me.
It was a moment I'll never forget.
It was one of the first nights that I really let myself think about my mom since Madison was born. When I looked through the series of photos that Bryce took of us, I saw her, clear as day, in my own make-up-free face, staring at my own daughter. I saw her in me, pictured her holding us as little babies, in wonder at her own children just as I am. It was another moment that I wish I could just call her on the phone and ask her all about being a mom.
don't do this to me. you know it makes me cry. :( But really, beautiful post about three beautiful women. And Madison's face is priceless and so contemplative!!!
ReplyDeleteDefinitely have tears. You are an amazing momma and you learned from an amazing one! Wish you too could pick-up the phone and call her, but oh so thankful you have the promise of seeing her again one day! Love you!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Beautiful women, beautiful words. Thank you for blessing me with this post~
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