26/09/2026
Yesterday you turned 68.
If you know us, you know that one of our favorite things to do is compete over who loves the other more.
It’s a competition neither of us has ever been willing to lose.
For years, we’ve had our own little language for it.
143.
One. Four. Three.
“I love you.”
But there’s an unspoken rule.
If I send her 143, she comes back with 1434.
“I love you more.”
And naturally, I have to respond.
Then Italy happened.
Somewhere between the beautiful cities, long meals, wandering through streets and making memories together, we decided to make our little competition permanent.
We got matching tattoos.
“Ti amo di più.”
I love you more.
Four words that somehow say everything.
Because as I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized that my mother has loved me in more ways than I could ever fully understand.
In the sacrifices I didn’t notice as a child.
In the advice I didn’t always want to hear.
In the meals, the conversations, the laughter, the worry, the celebrations, and in simply being there.
That is you.
My mother.
My travel companion.
My dinner date.
My biggest cheerleader.
My partner in this ridiculous, beautiful competition over who loves whom more.
And one of the greatest gifts my life has ever given me.
So yesterday, we celebrated 68 years of Brenda.
And I took photographs, because that’s what I do when something matters to me.
I try to preserve it.
The expressions.
The laughter.
The little moments that will someday become memories.
But no photograph could ever completely capture what you mean to me.
So I’ll just keep taking them.
We’ll keep traveling.
We’ll keep sharing meals.
We’ll keep getting matching tattoos in foreign countries.
And we’ll keep having the same argument we’ve had for years.
143.
I love you.
1434.
I love you more.
Ti amo, Mamma.
Ti amo di più.
Happy 68th birthday, Brenda. ❤️
Shot on Sony | Alpha / Sony | Alpha (América Latina) A7C II w/ SIGMA America 35mm f/1.2 DG II Art.