Remember how I wrote in my earlier post that I felt like we were a bunch of modern day Goonies on a treasure hunt as we searched for my birth certificate, Modern Philosophers?
I had no idea how right I actually was. During the hunt, I came across an envelope of photos sent to me by my older sister. I set them aside to look at later in the day.
Well, I finally went through them and discovered something incredibly valuable…
My Mom died when I was 3, Modern Philosophers, and I have absolutely no memory of her. The two photos of my Mom and Dad together on my mantel are the only ones I had of my Mother.
To suddenly have one of us together, was a Christmas miracle!
I shared this first on Facebook, and one of my friends commented on the look of love on my Mom’s face. This treasure has certainly warmed my heart on a chilly December night.
I bet Santa Claus brought me everything I requested that year. How could he say no to a face like that?
I bet Santa made a crack about my sweater vest, and I was doing my best to keep my mouth shut so I could remain on the Nice List.
Hopefully, I asked Santa Claus for a new wardrobe that year.
I love that the backdrop in the Santa photos is exactly the same both years. That department store really knew how to pinch a penny.
It really was a treasure hunt, Modern Philosophers. I guess it ended up being a very good thing that my birth certificate went missing.
Happy Friday! Prepare yourselves for a visit to The Think Tank because that post will be coming up soon…