You'd think I'd be in the studio, delirious about having the house completely to myself and cranking on the art, but instead I was plowing through a box of photographs I'd forgotten I'd stashed under the office desk. The box is filled primarily with photos of Kevin, with Erica's being in more manageable boxes and better organized (always the case with the first baby). I got a lot of laughs at all of the bottomless photos (he was bottomless, not a bottomless stash), sure to pop up in a wedding slide show down the road ;-) There are a lot of photos of Kevin laying on the kitchen counters, trying to get up close and personally involved in whatever food prep was happening. Sometimes he wore clothes, sometimes he just couldn't be bothered. Then there were the multitude of photos of Kevin and dogs. Anyone's dog. When we went on vacation to outdoorsy locations like Mammoth Lakes, the greatest joy for Kevin was finding someone with a dog and asking if he could pet the pooch while sporting the most adorable ear-to-ear grin. What a cutie.
For as much as Erica didn't seem thrilled about a new baby in the house after being an only child for so long, there are so many photos of her holding Kevin with the sweetest smile on her face, reading to him, playing the violin for him, or baking his birthday cake that show how much she loves him. I never tire of hearing them tell each other that they love the other.
I grew silly weepy looking at the photos of my beautiful daughter and marvel that so many years have passed. Way back then, our furniture was cheap and falling apart, our decor was made up of the mismatched stuff we could find and immature decorating experience, but in front of the ugly walls, tile and mismatched furniture are a lot of smiles, friends, celebrations and a visual recording of these good times.
This was a good mom day.
