Thursday, 8 April 2010
my mother turned sixty-five last week. she is quite an amazing woman. the eldest of six siblings, she raised six children herself. she continually is there for us - keeping in touch by phone, sending letters or parcels. she is one of the strongest personalities i know, extremely caring, very stylish, a very special woman indeed.
looking through her photo albums, i can't believe how fast time seems to have flown by. here she is twelve, swinging in a hammock, laughing. at thirteen, with a new petticoat. then at fifteen, short hair for the first time. and then, at sixteen, with friends on spiekeroog, a small island in the north sea, where she worked for a summer, before she started her training as a nurse in hamburg.
i have loved these albums since i was a child. how lucky am i, not just for having a great mother, but also for having a mother who loved taking pictures and didn't mind having her picture taken.
happy birthday, mum!