This picture just says “Mother’s Day” to me:
It was taken on my first Mother’s Day, and we were on our way to church. If you look closely, you’ll see that I have a red rose on my lapel, and Marshall is sporting one on his hat (safe from curious little hands).
Did you ever participate in the tradition of wearing a rose on Mother’s Day? (Red if your mother is still living, white if she has passed on.) My mother always wore a red one while she still had her mom, but she never wore a white one after her mom was gone.
Mother’s Day is perhaps the most emotional holiday of them all. It’s such a difficult day for those whose mothers are no longer here and for those who always longed to be moms, but never were.
It’s especially joyful for those celebrating their first Mother’s Day.
And, first or thirty-something, that joy continues with each celebration.
~These Days Of Mine~