Mi Madre

I can't remember having a photo of my mom, ever. When I was 11 I stole her old drivers license, cut out the photo, put it in a frame, and kept it at my dad's house. 

In July we were able to spend two weeks together in Norway and I convinced/forced her to let me sneak a few photos. I think she is a beautiful inside and out and I wouldn't change anything about her. 

I love you, Mama.