“When I was younger, I’d put my arms in my shirt and tell people that I’d lost my arms. I would restart the video game whenever I knew I was going to lose. I would sleep with all of the stuffed animals so that none of them would get offended. I had that one pen with 6 colors, and tried to push all the buttons at once. I poured my soda into the cap and acted like I was taking shots. I would wait behind a door to scare someone, but soon leave because they were taking too long or I had to pee. I would fake being asleep so that my dad would carry me to bed. I used to think that the moon followed my car. I would watch those two drops of rain roll down the window and pretend it was a race. I used to swallow fruit seeds and get scared to death that a tree was going to grow in my tummy. Remember when we were kids and couldn’t wait to grow up? What were we thinking?” – Unknown
There’s a point in life, or several, rather, where the, “Oh, shit. I’m an adult” moment hits. Hard. Where you realize that the days of worrying about nothing but being home by the time the street lights came on or if the crust was perfectly cut off of your sandwich are long, long behind.
But my littles, oh, when I photograph my littles in all of their sweet, innocent splendor, it fills my heart to see the beautiful, blank slate of unadulterated life they have in front of them. This is Blake. I’m pretty sure his sweet little voice and seemingly never-ending happiness could make even a British Royal Guard crack a smile.
So, play in the mud and let puppies kiss you on the face. Laugh until it hurts and build the best forts on the living room floor…
Love your momma like she holds the Universe in her palms, play with toy dinosaurs until you can’t keep your eyes open, and eat all of the macaroni and cheese your tummy can stand. Because this, this is childhood.
Happy Thursday, friends!