My Mama was (and is) a beautiful creature. In her youth, with her curves and reddish hair, turning heads, and killing them even more with her smile and her big puppy dog eyes. These pictures make me happy. It's prove. Prove that she lived. She was young, she was silly, and she was smokin'.
Not to mention the stories my Mama has to go with these pictures. Getting a little too tipsy, and ending up skinny dipping in the ocean in the middle of the night. Then taking someones boat for a joy ride. Making love on the sand. Getting caught making love on the sand. Running from the guards half naked, and laughing until your stomach hurts.
Is that not what life is about? Stories. Memories. The look my Mama gets in her eyes, when she goes back to that place in her memory, of this story. It's pretty magical. I have some stories lined up for EJ. When he can handle the nature of some of them, of course. Until then, they remain in this blog.
The apple doesn't fall far from the Hussy tree, does it? Heee!
I'm definitely my Mamas Daughter. Thanks, Mama!