Honoring My Godmother . . .

She was there when I was born . . .

And when I was baptized . . .

And on my first birthday . . .

And on the second . . .

And on the third . . . And on every other birthday until I was eleven years old and left Cuba with my parents . . .

She was there at my wedding, standing in for my mother, who was too ill to attend . . .

She was there when my first born was baptized . . .

And my second born as well . . .

The cheek-to-cheek photos are so her!  She has always loved children, although she was never able to have any of her own, so, instead, she devoted her life to the other children in the family; they became her life's work.  She now lives in Florida with a cousin whom she raised, yet again helping that cousin raise her son . . .

This is the last photo I have of her taken in 2007, with my son, John.  She won't let anyone take her picture anymore.  She says she is too old and ugly for photographs . . .

I think she is the most beautiful woman that ever lived.  When I look at her, I only see love.  Happy Mother's Day, Mama Lala!