It's my blog.
I am free to write about how 1986 was the last time I was small enough to fit into my mother's wedding dress. Or how by the time she was my current age, she had three daughters, had owned a piano for 15 years, and with my dad, had just bought their first business and their fourth home.
I'll just post a picture of said mother in said dress, wish my parents a happy (45) anniversary and my mother a happy (65) birthday, marvel a little.
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