Two

Two years, and it still feels like yesterday. Still, my heart aches all the same. Spring is just making it's appearance and I see her everywhere. Every blossom and flower popping up through the ground brings me back to her. I see her face, I smell her scent, I imagine her embrace as she holds me tight to her bosom. It wasn't until I had a baby of my own, that I realized why I so intensely miss her wrapping me up tight in her arms, so close to her chest. All the hours a child spends laying snuggled up to their mother, nursing, sleeping, or simply gazing into each other's eyes. It's ingrained into all of us. The most secure place in the world. All troubles melt away and peace takes over. My deep yearning to have her hold me again must come from all the hours that she held me, nursed me, cared for me and loved me. A mother's love is the strongest of all emotions. So much so, that even heaven and earth apart, I can still feel it. 

 These pictures were taken in 78, when she was pregnant with my oldest brother. The first two are some of my most favorite of her. So candid and real. I see so much of myself in her. 

Seeing her sleep, so peaceful, so beautiful. How much my dad must have loved her to notice and capture this moment. It brings memories back of the times I watched her sleep, the same peaceful look on her face. She is gone now, but this picture makes her feel real to me again.