i grabbed my camera to snap a pic of the baby curls peeking out from his bedhead do. i hadn’t seen them in quite some time and they made my heart skip a beat. through the lens i saw his pudgy dimpled hand awkwardly grasping the cereal spoon. the milk dribbles on his chin being wiped away with my old duke soccer tee. his condescending halfsmile directed at the paparazzi flashing away during his saturday morning cartoons. he is my hollywood. i have never been so in love.
i’m being inundated with the new year’s resolution thing and its many variations and i’m just not feeling it. it’s not that i don’t value self-improvement. and lord knows i need it. it’s just the timing is all wrong. my body is still in hibernation mode. florida girl doesn’t do cold weather well. i’m holding out for spring thaws. when i can once again bare my toes to the sun i will be ready to conquer the world and my imperfections. until then i will shiver in my chilly willy mary jane socks and put off the decision of whether it will be a hot pink or candy apple red summer.
she played this piece on the xylophone for 12th grade all-state honor band. they were impressed by her ability to memorize the entire piece.
where is that memory now? pushed out by the cacophoney of thoughts constantly running rampant in my mind. sift a few out through my fingertips. find a little peace and remember.