Thirty-five years ago my mama got to celebrate her first Mother's Day with her super adorable three month old daughter.
The back of this photo reads,
Coming home with Mom.
Some people couldn't live next door to their mom, but I do. I do because I know she'd do anything for me. I do because even if we drive each other a little crazy every once in awhile, it's nothing a piece of pie can't fix.
Living here is coming home.
I love you, Mom