My mother and I picking rhubarb near our summer cottage circa 1999.
Today is äitienpäivä (Mother's Day) in Finland, so my mother and I digged through some old photos and reminisced. (I cannot believe my parents' hairstyles and clothes. Shoulder pads, really?)
My mother is the singular most important person in my life. She has been my rock throughout my childhood, the most stable and present thing in my life. She raised me as a single parent - there are so many things to be grateful for.
Growing up is difficult and it's such a relief to know my mother will always be there for me. Kiitos, äiti.
My mother and I three and a half weeks after I was born, a lazy morning at our home in Reading.