Today would have been my mom’s 84th birthday. It’s the second birthday since her death, and some of the wind is still knocked out of my sails without her.
Thinking of her today, I remembered all that she loved, and there was a lot. Her family, her piano, her dancing, her ocean.
But most of all, her true love was her magnificent horse, Negro (the Spanish pronunciation “naygro” meaning black). She rode and jumped him with abandon, as she did life, up until she was about 74 years old.
These 3 photos were taken on her 70th birthday. Happy birthday, wherever you are, my sweet mamma.