Today is my mother's birthday (and my oldest brother's and the day I was due). I've been thinking about her a lot lately, especially during this holiday season (as I always do). On Christmas Eve we made the trek down to Washington, D.C. to go to museums. I had hoped to hear carolers at the National Gallery of Art but they only performed on the weekend, so we missed them. But it was still good to dash through the galleries to see some of my favorite paintings and visit some of my favorite spots.
This place is filled with memories of my mother and her years working here. And years past when my older brothers and sister would all come home for Christmas and we'd head down to D.C. to do last-minute shopping and to run around the Mall.
Obviously, the children were thrilled to be there... don't worry, we spent most of our day at the Natural History Museum where they were very happy, and it was much more crowded so I didn't take any photos.
I love this family portrait... it makes me laugh. Maybe not quite so picture-perfect as the photo at the end of this post, but certainly a good portrait of their quirky personalities.
Happy birthday, dear Mother. Miss you.