Day two

A picture of me and the person I've been closest with the longest.

That's you, Mammy. (Though I don't think you have the internet so I might just be talking to myself there... and here.)

I've known my mom since the day I was born - that's over 25 years now.

She used to carry me around with her everywhere, even when she was pregnant with my little sister. One time she set me down, and I ran away. It was pretty traumatizing for her. She still doesn't like to think about it or hear the song that my older sisters made up for me to sing for the occasion:

"Mommy, me sorry

that me

run away from you

at Mervyns."

She also didn't realize I was sitting up on my own until she walked in on me doing it at her friend's house one day. This was probably the cause of many issues I have. But I still do love to be held!

The picture from my wedding is lovely but I think a more accurate portrait of my mother and I can be seen here in these pictures from my niece's birth:

We love to eat babies' toes.

And... well, I don't even know what's happening here. But it seems about par for the course.

I inherited a special kind of crazy from my mother. I love her. And I'm so glad to have been closest, longest with her.