There are so very many awesome shots of my mother as a young mother, middle-aged mother, and young-again mother that it was extremely difficult to choose which to share with you on her special day.
Below you'll see one of her special day in nineteen-ninety-something-or-other, when she turned thirty-mcsomething.
(If you think that wood paneling rocks, you should see the opposite wall: the church pokey wall is what I call it. What it really was I'll never know. The day my dad painted it white was a stroke of genius, I'll tell you that.)