This is my mother.
This is her beautiful face and her beautiful skin and her beautiful soul.
This is my best friend.
This is her black shirt, her blue jeans.
This is her hair tied back, tamed.
This is my grandmother.
This is her purple sweater and her soft hands.
This is my grandmother's blonde curls.
This is her gentle smile.
This is me, in a time when my crazy hair didn't matter.
This was when my weight made no difference and I wasn't always confused.
This was when the world was simpler and more complex than it would ever be.
This was when staring up at the clouds, laying on my driveway, could solve any problem.
This was when I didn't need good grades to be happy.
This was when everything felt better.
Lovely women here...just look at you! Adorable. I spend a lot of time thinking about how the more I know the more complicated everything gets and how things used to seem much simpler. I love the line "This was when staring up at the clouds, laying on my driveway, could solve any problem."
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