As a result of the efforts, a few months later my husband and the other officer were given Awards of Merit in recognition for their heroism and quick thinking that night. Going to the ceremony and listening to the story being retold, I felt tears again. And when my husband walked up to receive his, no one smiled bigger or clapped louder than me. Well, except maybe his mom!
The snowfall last night created a big headache for everyone in the Twin Cities metro who had to be out on the roads today.
But for one little boy, waking up to that soft white blanket covering our yard and street was nothing short of a dream come true for him.
His bus was over an hour late. So while we waited for it to arrive, he played in the snow and I snapped a few frames so that I could always remember how intensely happy he was this morning.
He’s the boy who made me a mama almost seven years ago. And today? Today we played. He crawled around the yard on all fours, roaring like a polar bear. He made snowballs and lobbed them at me while grinning away. He picked up handfuls of (clean!) snow and ate it, leaving a white goatee on his chin.
And in a moment of unscripted and pure glee, he dropped to the ground on his back and flapped his arms and legs and made the most perfect snow angel I have ever seen.
When he closed his eyes and tried to catch snowflakes with his tongue, I laughed out loud with him and clicked away. I alternated between watching him through my lens and just simply watching him. Trying to take it all in and tattoo this moment on my heart forever.
I’ll never forget how special this morning was to me. While some people may be irritated at how awful the commute was or how inconvenient a late bus was, I sit here thinking about how lucky I was to be home today and experience this. I hope that he always remembers that fun morning the first time it snowed in December 2017. And if he doesn’t, I’ll show him these photos of himself and tell him all about it. Having these photos is my insurance that I won’t forget the details when we talk about it.
While my mama heart is feeling all the feels about the emotions of the morning’s memory making mini adventure, my photographer heart heart is doing a happy little jig over the beautiful morning light.
All the photos were taken within 20 minutes of each other within a 10 foot circle. They look so different depending on what direction I was facing. As I watched him, I thought about different ways to capture both what I was seeing and trying to see it through his eyes too. I’m so glad that I took the time to step back and consider both the scene and be intentional about what I was capturing.
Someday, long after I’m gone, I hope he looks at these photos of himself and knows without a doubt how very much I love him.
I love him for who he is now and who he will become in the future. I love him for how he sees the world, even if I don’t yet understand it. I love him for how he’s changed me for the better. I love him for his big feelings. I love him for him.
I love him infinity…
To you, it may look like a gross bucket of worms.
To me, it’s something completely different.
To me, it’s a precious gift from a sweet, blue eyed four year old boy who calls me mama.
I never want to forget his ever present curiosity.
His innate tenderness towards tiny creatures.
His love of playing in the dirt for hours on end.
His big imagination casting him as the hero saving the day.
When I look at this photo years from now, I want to remember the spring of 2017 with a smile.
All those days and early evenings playing in the backyard together.
The excited little voice giving a play by play of each new find.
The inch think layer of mud in the bathtub afterwards.
And yes, even the muddy footprints on the wood floors.
So look further. See past the tangle of earthworms.
The best gifts don’t come in big packages. Sometimes they aren’t even wrapped. They sing to our souls and lighten our hearts.