|Here was BC just before we moved.|
|Here is what I expected him to look like after one year.|
|Aaaand reality: BC, doin what he loves most. Handsome as ever. Not Jackson Browne, but that's okay.|
|Shoulder length, no bangs, full of hope.....|
|Well here is me now! And with my dear friend Carmen. Still got some hope...|
|How cute is this guy?|
|Blurry, but happy.|
So now to why I was inspired to write today. Well, my necklace broke. And so did my heart just a little. About two years ago I purchased one of those "mom" necklaces for myself for Mother's Day that has your child's birthday, name and birthstone and I wore it all the time. Then I lost it. Then BRYAN found it for me and I covered him in kisses. It has special meaning to me.
The night before I left for Peru (July 3 to be exact) my sister gave me a silver ring for my year here. It was something she'd worn every day for years and even had a tan line without it. She told me I could wear it or tuck it away or do whatever, and I opted to put it on my necklace. Then while traveling in Cusco this year, I found a "Spiral of Life" charm that represents the never ending cycle of life and the path to our creator - the spiral is found all over Peru in nature, Nazca, Aztec drawings, art, tapestries... I loved the mother-of-pearl design and felt like it belonged on my neck alongside my son and sister's love. I have worn this every day in Peru. It has been my security blanket. In meetings, while waiting in lines, in taxis, in bed, all the time, I play with it. I reach for it constantly and mindlessly toy with each little piece. I know exactly how it feels, and how it makes me feel. It has been a constant reminder of my priorities and all of the love and goodness that surrounds me on this planet and from above.
Slipping away, what can I say?
Won't you stay inside me month of May,
And hold on to me golden days, slipping away.....