Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Tiny Gifts

"And every breath that is in your lungs is a tiny little gift to me." - Jack White

When we were still living in our apartment in California I remember sneaking up over the pack-n-play and snapping this Polaroid. After it developed I just stood there and held the photo over the tiny baby who was lying below me. He was sleeping there in the exact same pose that I had captured. I knew that for these few minutes, before he stretched his tiny rolled-up fists into a new position, reality and the snapshot were blurred together. I paused and glanced back and forth between the two for as long as the universe allowed. As I remained there on the cold tile floor, a valid thought came to my mind for the first time. The thought was that, as a mother, my life will be full of moments like this- fleeting moments where I try to grasp every detail of what his life is in this very second.


Eve said...


Emery Jo said...

yes. and writing it all down will help sooo much!! You are a wonderful writer. I can't wait to read more!