Here's one of my favorite pictures of the two of them, before my mom was diagnosed and the world spun off it's axis. Afton had just had a little meltdown and that's why she looks very Winston Churchill-y. My mom looks so content and at peace, holding that tiny ball of cranky kid. It's that kid's 3rd birthday tomorrow. I love everything about three and I love everything about that kid. I'm in a whirlwind of cleaning, baking and sewing. It's fun and I live for it. But I miss my mom so much. I never dreamed I'd be doing any of this stuff without her. My heart sings to be able to celebrate our fabulous three year old with our family and friends. But my heart breaks that my mom's not here with us to bake and sing and tease me about over-committing, under-planning. I need her to tease me. I need her to unravel the mysteries of bias tape, watch the oven timer and bask in the sugary, sticky sweetness of my lovely kid.
Original source: http://perfectpear.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-and-sad.html
