I certainly hope that I am not the only mother that has this problem.
I am quite convinced that when I am gone from this earth and my children and their children look at our photo albums...They will talk amongst themselves as to if I ever REALLY did exist.
My sons might say something like, "Yeah, I mean supper was always made and I never hurt for clean underwear, but I can't seem to find any physical viewing evidence that she was apart of our lives? Vacations...graduations...Trips to the park...Special birthdays...Even Christmas! Where was she??"
I'll answer that, young boys. I was ALWAYS taking the pictures, and to get one of myself, I had to thrust the camera at someone's face and actually say, "How about a picture of mom??"
So today, I had the idea that I would go into the yard on this beautiful afternoon and take some pictures with the boys and myself.
This is the best shot they could get...
I'm not sure whether I want to see a plastic surgeon or just give up on the photographic memories altogether!
Back to the pictures of them....Ah yes, "them" is better!