Today I am acutely aware of this one thing: life is not fair.
Tomorrow I board a flight to Minnesota as proof for a family member that love still exists, even as she says goodbye to her husband of 14 years. A viewing. A church service. He didn't deserve this. She doesn't deserve this. We are too young for this.
It was benign, until it was not. Which, come to think of it, is the basic nature of time as it does its number on each of us.
I watch Ezra sprout up by the day. The chubby toddler cherub has receded almost completely, stretched into angular boy before my eyes. He has been so self-contained for so long that it is a welcome surprise to discover that he suddenly seeks comfort against my body. He slithers right into my arms and I don't know what triggers this, but it is all innocent and intimate and I revel in this benign moment when we are the lucky ones.
Tara Romasanta inspired this image. My photographer friends and I decided to shake up the blog circle this month, so Tara took this picture, and we all set out to discover what it sparked in each of us. To me, her image is about touch, and the sweet power of innocent intimacy so I wanted to try to capture what that looks like in my life right now. If you follow the link to Tara's blog and onward, you're sure to be surprised and delighted about what my compatriots did with the prompt.