Tuesday, March 6, 2012
When I see her like this, it makes me want to be a better mother. It's just one moment in time, when I was leaning back into the aisle of the F, practically in some stranger's lap, and she showed up. Who she is, who she is becoming, who she has always been and always will be. I didn't notice it until I uploaded it and saw it larger, and then my aching heart leapt into my throat and oh, my beauty. I don't even have to see her face; the spark of her is right there. It's in the curve of her neck and the turn of her waist, in the determination of her shoulders and the eagerness of her face turned to the window. Maybe you will miss it, looking at her, but I see it, and it makes me feel so lucky all over again to belong to her.
Posted by Mary at 9:25 AM