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This morning I brought you along to your Daddy’s office/Guest Bedroom to fold laundry and you picked up one of Daddy’s little Chevelle models and started playing with it. I mean actually wheeling it along surfaces and making engine sounds. <blink> I had no idea you knew how to do that! Of course, that made me run upstairs to get my camera. And by the time I got back downstairs you’d moved on to putting my (clean) underwear around your neck. But in that moment – instead of trying to recreate the moment – I decided to forget about the laundry and just wait and see what you did, to keep my camera on me and not *try* to get you to do anything. It turned into a “Morning in the Life of the Tranmer Girls.” Uncut, uncensored, unscripted. No thoughts about what would make well-composed photograph or technical perfection. No cajoling you to do anything in particular. Just me and you hanging out, playing, and me pressing that shutter release button occasionally for the good part of an hour. It was wonderful. And I even got the photos of you playing with your car eventually… plus so much more.
I spent the rest of my free time today creating this little collage of our playtime this morning. Bedhead. No makeup. Not dressed. It shows so many things about you…. and about our relationship. You want to be on me all the time. You’re always hanging on me like a little monkey, climbing me like I’m a jungle gym, bouncing on me like I’m a trampoline, sliding down me, riding me like a horse, hugging me, kissing me, cuddling me. You want to be a part of everything I do. You are fascinated by photographs and love to look at the LCD panel on the back of my camera to check out the latest shot. You point and say “Momma.” It’s so sweet it hurts. You bump your head at least once per minute and make sure I kiss it better. You unintentionally hurt me at least once per minute and always offer kisses to make me better. You are so affectionate and do sweet things like play with my hair and rub my arms. You smile easily and laugh heartily. You get frustrated often, and get over it quickly. You’re fascinated by your own facial expressions. Your eyes are windows to your soul.
You are my buddy. This is our life. May these days pass slowly. May I always remember.
