Today is my Mom’s birthday. I considered writing about what an amazing person she was and how she was so good at being a Mom that it still makes it hard for me to relate to people who had subpar parents. It just doesn’t calculate in my head what it would be like to have a Mom that wasn’t your biggest supporter, didn’t always put your needs before her needs, or always made sure that there was a roof over your head and delicious food in your stomach.
Instead of writing about her many merits, I decided instead to share some pictures from what was sorta (but not exactly) my parents’ wedding. I don’t know many of the people in the pictures and maybe only a few of them are still with us, but it is still an incredible snapshot in time that I want to share. A day of love shared between my Mom and my Dad:
Something I will tell you about these pictures is that they were taken in the old house at 415 Greene Street. The house I lived in from second grade until shortly after I got out of college. It is weird to see how in many ways, the house didn’t change much from the time of these pictures until we moved into that house twenty years later. That house was torn down a couple years ago.