4 Years Ago

Four years ago, I became a Mommy, I put someone's needs above my own, I love him unconditionally, I cry when he is sad, I am happy when he is happy. I adore him. He is amazing. And today he was four years old. I love the way he is not embarrassed by things like being in the nude, he had gotten out of the shower, and he asked where his friends were? He did not care that he was completely naked. I love how we played play-dough today on his birthday, we made a cake and cupcakes and a big brown blob, that he called a baby. I loved how he blew his candle out on his giraffe cake, and he did not care that Mommy forgot the candles, so we had a tealight on it. I love this little guy. I loved how he played with the parachute, painted a goldfish t-shirt and dressed up as Sully. I loved his birthday, I loved how he loved his birthday, I love every day with him. I must always remember to cherish all of our days together. He loved playing with his friends, but he also liked just hanging out with family for a little while. I never want to forget how happy he is now. I always want to remember these days.

black and white

I wore brown for the first time yesterday, brown and beige, no BLACK. :) I can not remember the last time I wore a complete ensemble without any black.

Another thought is creating my own photography studio, I would like to do that soon.
~jen

So, I never forget, I was proposed to 2 weeks ago. On January 27, 2005 my tiny one asked if I would marry him when he "got big". Now that is true love.

It appears as if fear is a huge reality in our world. Fear keeps us from accomplishing many feats. I have this need to do do something, anything entirely constructive, something to make life make more sense, but life makes sense now, I continue to tell my self. Dreams are hard to chase.