On Little Boys, and Motherhood...

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....