it happens every year.
we are teased by the warm weather
and the last traces of snow in shady crevices.
we run fast and feel the breath of spring
on these sunny, breezy days.
shedding our jackets,
and letting the air touch our skin seems like magic.
longer days promise more time for bike riding,
ball playing, playground meet ups, and meals eaten on blankets.
welcome spring.
we have been waiting for you.
mama, i want to put my oscar hat on so i'll have braids, too.
that's sweet, baby. that will make a good picture.
i love you, mama.
and i love you.
*pause.*
you know, it's ok if you don't want to kiss me goodbye
when i take you to school.
i know it's because you don't want the older kids to think
you're a baby.
that's not true.
*picking him up to stage the shot.*
ok. it is true.
*click*
"and in the end,
we were all just humans...
drunk on the idea that love,
only love,
could heal our brokenness."
-f. scott fitzgerald
"now you can enter your new chapter with cute shoes."
that's what the email said.
the email that asked what size i wear.
the email that explained why the gift was to be given.
and i cried.
and she did, too.
good tears.
friendship tears.
sisterhood tears.
