As this is the first portrait in my new series Project 52 Faces, I thought it would be appropriate to feature the person who first brought me into the world, my dearest mother. The older I get, the more like her I become. And that is of course a good thing. I love her laugh and her persistence and her protective nature. I love that she gave me my inherent drive and my curly hair. She cares and cares and cares until it takes out everything she has. She knows the lyrics to more of the top 40 hits than I do thanks to long car trips to work with the radio on and she puts up with me forgetting to bring my tea cups back to the kitchen...every time. She taught me to love music, how to sew, how to write a speech and how to not give up, even when it gets hard.
The other day we were in the car (where all in depth conversations are had) and she talked about how being my sister and I's mother was so much a part of her identity. I think maybe she sometimes forgets how thankful I am that she plays that role in my life. She is made of fabulous and love and can kick your butt with the descant line of any hymn, ever. So big big love for Mumma B, forever.