This week has been one of real reaching for me-- you know those kind of weeks, mamas. When you are really (REALLY!) trying to love and cherish and nurture and honor your child. But. Yes, you know, so there is no need, really, to say more. And then it rained. Again. So all in all I was really looking forward to the weekend and some child-free hours in my studio.
And then I happened upon this little man. My favorite moment in any book I read as a child was any in which the heroine curled up in a window-seat on a rainy day with a book. It was just the most romantic, the most centering, the most
right thing I could imagine. And here is my own dear child-- who is just like me in every, single way-- who stretches and pushes me to accept myself, perfect myself, love myself, who, even at two years old knows how to stop, settle in, delve down, enjoy.
Oh, my dear one. You are my heart. I love you so.
4 comments:
What a great photo! Did your heart not stop for a minute when you saw him like that?! :) Too sweet.
Oh, this is soooo beautiful. I too know that romantic thought of reading (a Bronte book would be my choice) in a window seat on a rainy day. I'm envious you have a window seat in your home to do this.
How lovely to "meet" you! I was just sitting down to write a post about some sweet moments with my topsy turvy little 2 yr. old guy... then I found your comment and had to come take a look. Seems like serendipity to me! Have a wonderful weekend... this rain has to end sometime.
Ooops! I accidently commented from my honey's account. John didn't say it... Heather did. Now, I've got things sorted out. Can't wait to keep checking in.
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