Bugs in the way I feel about you

My Lil' Bug just turned eight. He has yet to discover girls, so for the time being, I'm the queen bee of his world. 

I know this de facto reign is limited. The sand is moving through the narrow passage of that metaphorical hourglass all too swiftly. And there is no way for me to freeze it.  

But I can capture it. 

Both literally and figuratively. I have the power to create something as a memento of a time in our lives when life was simple. 

Uncomplicated. 
Secure. 
Safe. 
Sheltered.

For him, anyways.

Someday soon I won't be the one he seeks out for comfort. I won't be able to smooth back his bangs and rub his forehead when he has a bad dream. I won't be the one he turns to when life gets complex and confusing. As he grows and changes, I'll be needed less and less. 

I know this. I accept it. Yet all the same, I dread the day when I won't be his Mama. Or even his Mommy. 

I'll simply be MOM. 

But for the time being, I'll hold onto this age of innocence with the fierceness of a lioness, for I know firsthand how easily the bond between mother and child can erode. I'll cherish every butterfly kiss and spontaneous giggle fit. I'll remember dancing around the living room to a certain band with wild abandon. I'll smile at the memory of off-tune sing alongs in the car, and the times we didn't hit mute fast enough when eV drops an F-bomb. 

I'll smile. Just smile. Because Bug makes me smile. 

forEVer.   

Sidewalks, cigarettes and scenes

I'm currently in Kansas City. Well, a suburb of KC. Long travel days, long meetings, long dinners and a few drinks. But at least I took an hour or so to myself to walk a few miles before the daylight faded and the sun set. 

For the lights of this city

Less than twenty-four hours, a marathon meeting and a client dinner in Seattle, but I still managed to take a few snaps of my hometown.

Until next time, my home sweet home. x

Three crooked hearts

I miss them already...

Trading stories with the leaves

I finally got my fall fix this past weekend. Granted, I had to travel 1,000 miles to get it. But I still got the chill in the air, brilliant colored leaves and morning coffee on the balcony (hoodie required). 

Now, back to 90 and sunny...

I took a drive today

That is all. x

With my shadow flag

I noticed a theme as I browsed my photographs from Missoula, Montana. It was a weekend of light and reflections - metaphorically, visually and, at times, quite literally.