My mother headed for bed and so I convinced my father to participate in my photo essay…a sippa…a small glass of sherry and here we are. I love you, Dad.
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My Mother’s Hands: August 24, 2011
My Mother’s Hands: August 23, 2011
Max and Gramma shared some moments and quite frankly I couldn’t choose which one of these, so I’m including a few. There is such a tender exchange between my mother and babies and my mother and dogs. Tears well up in me when I think of those moments.