Takin' the Wheel

I especially love how you're managing both
steering wheels in the first picture.

An Ordinary Day

Dear Son,

I watch you.

Every day.

And I'm sure it's not unlike any mother watches their child. Fifteen months, and the wonder and amazement hasn't lessened; not one iota. There are times when the very reality of you is so humbling and fascinating that it hurts. It is as if . . . . it's as if God Almighty Himself reached His very own hand down from the Heavens, pulled a piece of my heart from my chest, placed it in front of me, and said, "Here Jessica . . . cultivate this." The desire to meet your every need, teach you, be an example, a good example for you, and keep you from any harm - are greater than any desire ever born in my body.

I have many ambitions Son. Life became meaningful with the conception of you . . . and hope sprang eternal in a new and everlasting way . . . but there are still things I long to accomplish. But know this:

I can't imagine doing anything better than being your mother.

I love you.

We Two

sit in this chair together -

You
and
I

You, not in my lap
or in my arms -
simply right here . . . by my side,
one of your legs crossed over the other
just like a little old man.
I, with my own legs crossed
not unlike yours,
steal glances at you
from time to time.

Every now and again
you let your head fall
against my shoulder.
You whisper a few phrases
my head can't understand -
but heart fully comprehends.

I speculate . . .
It won't always be this way,
what, with you being a boy -
and I, your mother,
I suppose one day you'll be
"too big to sit with mom"
But for now . . . .
I imagine heaven to be something like this.

Lil' Hef

Falls Park Afternoon

Man of Few Words

Dear Son,

So you have learned to say "dog."

I think it is your third actual word.
I've claimed a lot of other ones, but
truth be told . . . they probably wouldn't
pass for actual English, and none of us
speak Cantonese.

That aside, you surely can appreciate my
excitement.

Now every time a dog appears on the
TV screen (and by every time I do mean
every solitary time you happen to catch a glance
of a canine, animated or otherwise)
. . . you point.

"Dog!"

This is a matter of serious business to you.
It is urgent you convey to me that there is
indeed a dog on the television. As in, "hey
lady, drop what you're doing . . .I'm trying
to tell you . . . .

"Dog!"

Whenever we happened upon
a camel on the discovery
channel this evening . . .

"Dog!"

Well certainly that was an honest
mistake. "No honey . . .that is a camel."

Your rebuttal?

"Dog!" "Dog, Dog Dog!!!"

. . . then when clicking I landed
on the oh so tragic "Tremors" (starring
Kevin Bacon no less) just as the dreaded
worm was emerging from the desert
sand.. . .

"DOG!!"


(Yeah, I saw that one coming a mile away.)

Thankful (still and again)

Dear Son,

Thank you for being proof that sometimes God takes time out to make some people with extra care.

I love you.

On The Road Again

I'm not entirely sure this is the car you had in mind when you swiped my keys. . . . but you look happy enough.

You Are My Sunshine

Much too Much

Dear Son,

I'm not writing you letters as oft as I should . . . (should - thats a tricky word. I don't think it's a matter of should, per say - so much as it is as much as I'd like.) The thing is - you're up and about now . . . walking. And the world seen from traveling at your speed - is so much more rewarding, beautiful, satisfying, . . . perfect - than it ever can be with myself sitting in front of this computer - writing words to you that I whisper already in your ear every day.

I love you