we miss her

i won't go into too much detail {at least not today} about how my mother's day expectations were vanquished by a certain, nameless, two-year-old.

i will, however, leave you with this photo. ruby admires the grandmother she never got to meet, and asks me if i miss her. of course i do, ruby. every. single. day. she's my mom. wouldn't you miss me if i passed away?
yes she said, i would, and i miss her too, because she's my grandma.

happy mother's day, mom.we {both} miss you.