yes it's silly. it's a crappy grainy iphone picture. but it might be one of my
favourite. photos. ever.
of all time.
because this is what life looks like around here, every morning.
i love that there is a two year old draped around my neck. i love that he is happy.
it's there, in his face.
i love this intimacy that is motherhood; the constant state of attending to little bodies.
the way they smell after a bath, those flushed after-nap cheeks.
how i can smooth stray locks of hair, pick them up and smother them with kisses whenever i want,
give nose rubs or tickle tiny tummies...
at any given moment i am usually in direct contact with a little body.
a little boy.
sure, sometimes it doesn't always smell great around here.
sometimes i wish i had less little boy time and more me time.
and sometimes that little boy is more of a monkey on my back that i care to admit.
but it's hilarious.
it's pure and wild and fierce, this little boy love.
and if i don't take these crappy iphone pictures,
how quickly it will all fade.
so i take them,
and stash them away for later, when there are no more sticky fingers in my hair.
for when no one calls me mommy any more.
i take them to remind myself of this time, of these perfect little boys.
because it won't be like this for long....