What is so great about my kitchen helper is that she puts so much love into what she is making that tasting good is the only possible outcome. I have lost that love, dinner is something I whip up after rushing home just to get something, anything, edible on the table. Some days it’s good, some days the whole family sighs at the smell, others I stop right in the middle and we order take away.
Me. I am Mother, a wife and a photographer. I love art and adore photography, it’s my quiet time and my therapy. I love hard, I always feel it in my heart. I have been told I am somewhat eccentric, I agree. I am shy but outspoken. I am new to being in front of the camera but I need to be, though I am uncomfortable now I will continue. I am me. I know I am not perfect but that’s okay. My kids are my everything and my worries tell me so. I am a mother.
His face, the little boy who made me a mother. The first time he gazed into my eyes I knew my life was going where it needed to go. The way he looks at me just melts my heart. He taught me what love meant… but not just love, the love only a parent can feel. The I would do absolutely anything for you, head over heels, I will worry about you forever, bursting in love- kind of love. He is funny. He is full of compassion. He is a good friend. He is shy, but blooming wonderfully. He is a huge animal lover. He is a loving son and a great big brother. He is all what is right in this world.
I love you all the way around the whole universe and back.