all things "b"

~bye-byes~

~backpacks~

~bus stops~

~bangs, braids, and bows~

~bracelets and bikes~

~broken arm~

~berkeley kate~

spending the morning with you was really no different than any other day. but i know time is waiting to undoubtedly erase many of the details that i wish to embed in my memory forever. your adorable unmatching pierced ears, your sunkissed freckled nose, your belly full of chocolate "melk" and "cheese quesadilla" (napolean style), the smell of my perfume on your wrists, my scrapbook ribbons tied to the ends of your hair, your poor dirty left hand that hasn't seen soap or water since your arm was casted, your baby teeth smile -2 bottom teeth, and your toe skinned hello kitty boots under sinched jeans that fall down even though the waist has been adjusted to maximum tightness. it all started with my wanting to take a picture of you riding your bike without training wheels. (it pains me somewhat to know that i didn't get to teach you how. i found daddy's wrench lying beside your training wheels in the garage and there you were, broken arm and all waving, "hey mom look what i can do!") you had managed to remove the training wheels on your own and off you rode without a single fall. but the point is: i look at you everyday. but this morning, i really looked at you.

what i see when i look at you?

confidence, the kind of confidence that knows no self consciousness. strength, the kind that can move mountains. determination, calm determination. beauty, the kind that radiates from within. me, the old me, the me i am desparately trying to recover. everyday, more and more i am trying to put on the brakes. i am fighting time. we all are. so, take a minute today, look at one of your kids, really look at them.

tell me what you see.