The new owner is a longtime friend, so he brought along a collection of vintage photos.
The photos capture the grandeur of his childhood in rural Oklahoma and the family’s home in the picturesque, picturesque woods of the Okanogan.
The new owners wife is a former model.
She is the type of person you would see walking the halls of a big house in your neighborhood, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
She told me she would love to see the photos again, because she would look back on them in awe, knowing what she was seeing.
When I got home, I got out of bed, grabbed my phone and sent out a quick message to my friends.
It was my mom, who had already been crying.
I asked her if she could look at the photos, she said.
I’m sorry mom, I don’t know what I’d do if I saw the photos and couldn’t help myself.
I was sad because she was the one who had to come down from Oklahoma and take me down there and make me feel comfortable and be my mom.
That’s how she treated me, and she loved me.
I didn’t understand how that could be.
I never felt so special, I never had the feeling that my mom was the best person in the world.
I was lucky, she told me.
She never saw the pictures.
She never saw how much I enjoyed my life.
I knew it was because she loved my mother and that was the way she lived her life.
When I went back to the house and looked at the pictures, I realized that I was missing the joy of her life, of her love.
She loved me, she knew I was special, and her love and devotion to me was genuine.
She gave me so much.
She made me laugh, she made me cry.
She was the kind of person who never let anyone see her crying.
My mom is now the kindest, gentlest, most caring person I have ever known.
I am blessed.
I will always remember the first time she saw me cry, when I was a baby, because I couldn’t stand up in the kitchen to look at her crying face.
When I look at those pictures, they give me hope that there is always someone out there who loves you and cares about you, even if they don’t share your same birthday.