Day 47 ~ Unconditional

It is already my birthday in Spain and my mom is the first one to send me her blessings. She does it with a photograph of baby me. She's sitting on the grass, holding me by the arms to make me stand up. I am smiling at the camera, which only captures an angled profile of hers, but clear enough to see she's beaming with joy looking at me. I respond to her text: "Thanks, mom. You look gorgeous." She says, "I reflect off you." She has always said the happiest day of her life is the day I was born. Humans have that privilege: our mothers love us unconditionally.