| Written by Ronnie |
How I love this little boy. He is my baby, and yet he is no longer my baby. He looks nothing like me, and yet he is the very essence of me. When I hold him, I feel like I am holding a part of myself. When I breathe in the smell of him, I can actually feel my heart expand. I cannot imagine life without him. He is a part of us. A part of me.
With the other three at school and preschool, Wednesday is my day with with Bear. The one day during the week when we get to spend one-on-one time together. Some days, we go out to meet my parents somewhere for lunch. Some days, we've run a billion errands together. But mostly, we stay at home because, well, who needs a reason for that? Home is a good place to be.
These were taken on a Wednesday afternoon before the other boys got home. Bear had woken up early from his nap and the two of us spent an hour or more lazing around in the warm sunlight that bathed the front room of the house. For the most part, I tried to lie still (and nap - yes, I admit it) but Bear just kept pottering about from one corner of the room to the other: looking out the window, hiding in the corner, and trying to ring Nan from the bright, red telephone....
(Photos taken on my Fujifilm x100s and processed with VSCO Film 02.)