Note the tres chic barnyard wall paper. It was very clearly the seventies, yo.
Always with the toothy grin. Learned it from the best.
I'm not sure there was ever a point in my life when I was shy around a camera.
Don't miss the hand-embroidered sweatshirt Mom is sporting.
Almost puts my ginormous glasses to shame.
At the top of the Empire State Building. I'll never forget this day.
It was a Sunday morning and we, being the naturally early risers that we are,
happened to catch something like the eight or nine am train into the city.
So we arrived at Penn Station before ten, which meant the ESB was EMPTY.
It was a Sunday morning. We sailed through the "line",
bought tickets and were upstairs in record speed. Good times.
And this is a big birthday for her. I won't say which one but it ends in a zero.
So happy birthday, Mom! I'm so glad you were born!