Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Being Mindful
I want to remember and be cognizant, more readily, that each day, whatever I do, I'm trading my life for it. So it better be worth it.
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Change
Enzo is moving. It sucks. Enzo is my nephew and he is very young. And he has changed the way I feel about babies and more importantly he's changed the way I feel about love. When I get the opportunity to be around Enzo my heart gets so excited; it feels like I'm 9 years old and I'm worked up over Santa on Christmas Eve. Enzo is my new Santa, the magical, joyful, hopeful thing that brings little treasures. Little moments together. When I give him a bottle and he just looks, intently into my eyes and no one else is around. And he doesn't speak yet, and he can't understand English, but we are telling each other in these quiet moments that we love each other. We both know it. And I haven't experienced that kind of love since I probably looked into my parents eyes.
So now he's moving, because life changes and new opportunities arise and you just never know will the road will turn. I'm okay that he is moving, his family has deep, meaningful roots in their next location. But I'm terribly scared to have fewer bottle moments and the continued lessons that I'm learning about love and silence and baby bottles.
Enzo, thank you for coming into our life. Auntie Hil loves you so much and even though I can't be close to you anymore, I am ALWAYS with you and you are inside of my heart forever, no matter where we are.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
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