A whole bucketful of awesome.

vmarinelli:

My mother and me, ca. 1974.

Not sure if I was living with her at that moment or not - ‘74 was one of the earlier points in our lifelong unraveling, during which I lived alternately with her, my dad, grandparents, and/or miscellaneous hippies. Here, I am smiling as unreservedly as possible, while she is… stoic, neither smiling nor frowning. (I know this look well.)

All our history and our most recent several years of estrangement aside, I still love this picture for its literal semblance of ‘rootedness.’ There is hope here, which I can appreciate regardless of all that happened later to crush and revive (and crush again, and revive again…) that hope.

Also: OMG, awesome ’70s pants.

Also needs to be said: WHAT AN AMAZING LITTLE GIRL! Your smile screams awesome.