This will be short.
Do you ever look at a picture that evokes a memory or think really hard on the history of a relationship (especially close family ones) and feel this need to be there, but more than to re live it. It is like you need to be there, like you are trapped here but somewhere else in time is where you were really supposed to be. I got this feeling today. Maybe it is because i am having a second child when the first is not even out of diapers. I know that any semblance of a life I reclaimed will now go back out the window. So I look at a picture of a 8 year old me catching raindrops in my mouth and I wish so hard to be her again. To be safe with no worries or responsibilities. Everything taken care of for me. I want to crawl into a picture and stay there.
Then I look again and it s only a picture of an event I do not remember. It is me in the photo but the day doesn't stand out. I remember that I love my William and that a new baby will be a challenge but also a tiny gift. Besides I think I can probably let William raise it most of the way ;) that is how it works right?
