Tuesday, October 23, 2012

The Person Who Birthed Me's Birth

Yesterday was my mom's birthday.

This summer when we were both in Chicago, we were on our way home when she peeled into a Jewel Osco parking lot. "We'll just pick up the staples," she said. Five minutes later, this is what we were buying. I made her pose for a picture. This is how I know I wasn't adopted. These are my genes:

And this. This is one of my favorite pictures of her I've ever taken:
The Chicago Diner, waiting on a veggie burger.
Happy birthday, Momma!