Today is my birthday. Who am I after 30 years? I am a daughter. I am a sister. I am a wife. I am a mother. The people that connect me to those titles have help to mold me into who I am in so many ways. My parents gave me life's lessons nurtured with lots of love. In my more recent years, I have taken what they have given me and used it as a wife and mother. I am far from wise, after all, 30 is nothing compared to 60, or even 90. I can only hope that I can continue to grow - to make my parents proud of their daughter; to continue to build ever-lasting memories as a sister; grow old with love as a wife; and raise my children to be the best people they can be as a mother.
Here are a series of self portraits, taken on the day I turn 30.
This is the title I am most proud of - Mommy.
I tend to be shy to those that do not know me - but also an open book to those who do.
This might be my Mommy face, actually. Ask my 3 year old.
I have my Mom's hands...just longer fingers.
I'm a goof. I am sure this is the quality that attracted my husband to me the most.
So many pieces...
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