Lee, age 7Chattanooga, Tennessee (1985)
Here, I'm most likely dressed for my school promotion from one grade to another. I was probably asked to stand in front of the fireplace and "have my picture taken."
The real story of this picture is a story about my mother. I fell in love with this blog upon first read, and I immediately wanted to be part of it.
I emailed my mom to ask her if there were any pictures of me she could remember that would fit the bill. She sent 4-5 choices, and it was hard to choose just one.
There's something quite rare and wonderful about a mom who understands this request, encourages my excitement, and celebrates the little boy in white socks and shorts.
So, when I look at this picture, I don't remember the moment, or how I felt at the time. I just feel grateful for everything now.
6 comments:
I'm glad she celebrated you then so we can celebrate you now.
You are adorable! Yay for you and your mom. :)
I remember this little boy!
I knew the minute you wrapped that hot pink feather boa around your neck in T.J.Maxx, looking like you were in heaven (at the early age of three or so ) that you were definitely going to march to a different drummer.
I loved you then....still love you now.
You have an amazing life. We all should be so lucky!
i just found this blog today. i emailed my mom and asked her if she still had that picture of me when i was about 4 years old and had the mumps. i was sitting on the couch and had on her sarah coventry costume jeweled bracelet. her response was "why do you want it.". oy. some things never change.
I am not spacially proud of being from Spain for too many things (I love Spain but I love many other places), well maybe that were soccer world champs.... being serius I am proud of being from Spain for being the first country in Europe and I guess in the world to make equal the social rights of gays and straight people, I am not gay but I totally think that you are born as you are and there is not human reason to have less rights depends of how you were born... you can not fight against love...
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