One of my favorite things to do when I go back home to visit my mom is to grab the box full of photo albums. It contains moments that I never want to forget. When I look at those prints I am teleported to a place of childhood wonder and nostalgia. Each of those images is so invaluable to me. I used to look at myself in the images, so curious about my own growth. These days, I find I am more drawn to looking at my mother in the exact same photos. I think it's because as I grow older, I see more of myself in her. I wonder what her experience must have been like raising us three girls by herself. Her strength, her determination. I am in awe of her in those photographs. Those invaluable photographs., for which I am so grateful to hold in my hands.