[…] But what I’m really holding on to is what surprised me the most: she makes me feel beautiful as a mama.  My arms might still wave along with my hand, but they are the perfect size to squeeze her tightly, securely.  My legs might not always be shaved but they will always be the lap she comes home to, the lap that is home to her.  I might not always see what I expect when I look in the mirror, but when I see her, and I look at us together, I see beauty.  I feel beauty.  Nothing else matters in these moments, these intimate glimpses into the bond we share.  As narcissistic as it seems, for me, nothing gets more beautiful than that.  It’s what the power of capturing this middle-marker is about.  Freezing these memories, but more importantly, capturing them.  I’ll always find happiness here, in these irreplaceable moments, these moments that my breath away.  These moments of becoming two and one half. […]ReplyCancel