Thursday, June 14, 2012

Breathing It In



I'm taking a nap with my sick little guy. I'm trying to breathe in this moment. 

The window is open. The birds are singing. There is a slight breeze rustling the trees. He breathes deeply. In and out. In and out. A slight snore catches his breath every now and then. 

He smells like home. Even though we do not have a place to call our own, this is home to me. Where I can be next to my loves. I breathe in his scent deep into my memory. 

"Remember this moment," the birds sing to me. "Remember it always."


*I took this picture using Instagram a while back and I wanted to share what I wrote here and expand on it a bit. Mostly because I know this is a safe place to keep my thoughts. And also because I thought some of you might relate.


2 comments:

  1. Lovely, lovely words. I can see it all so clearly, and have been there, trying to make sure I remember.
    The photograph makes the image all the more precious, with the color that brings to mind peace and love.
    Bravo!

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