This week, I’ve been thinking a LONG way back.
It was my mum’s birthday on Tuesday. She passed away when I was 17. She would have been 62 this week.
I miss her a lot.
This photo was taken in June 1974. The baby my mum is holding is my little sister, L. It’s me with my back to the camera (always been camera shy!) and my older sister S is standing next to me.
I love this photo – despite it being a bit worse for the wear at the bottom right corner!
I was 2 and a half in this photo. I don’t really remember my baby sister coming home from hospital, but I love the way this photo captures this moment.
The photo means so much to me on so many levels. Because I love my sisters and value this little flashback to our first meeting. Because I miss my mum and love this reminder of her. Seeing her face always makes me smile and brings back so many great memories. And finally because in just a few months I imagine my two boys meeting their little brother and I am really excited thinking about us being a family together.
Of course the photo also makes me a little sad, reminding me what a wonderful grandmother my mother would have been and wishing that my children had the chance to meet her.
Happy birthday mum. Thinking of you always! xo