I Am My Mom’s Frweetheart!

My youngest A, is almost 4 years old. She has brought more joy to my life that I realized I would ever need. She was a very unexpected addition to our family and came when I needed her the most. She brakes out into song in the most unusual moments . She runs into a room exclaiming her love for you. Thank yous aren’t always enough, it is often attached to “that’s perfect mom!” She is the chef of silly faces, skilled with screeching voices, and master dancing feet. She’s curious, always right, and full of love. She proudly claims, “I am my mom’s frweeteart!”

One of my most favorite stories of my frweetheart that makes me smile and brings me happiness was when we got our pet snake. Her enthusiasm for this slithering creature is amusing. I was a nervous as I anticipated the first feeding, not sure how A would feel about it. As I pulled a frozen pinkie mouse out of the freezer to thaw A said with a little disbelief, “The mouse is dinner!” My oldest daughter heard this and quickly came into the room, upset that I was hiding pinkie mice in the freezer. A with a very serious voice and one hand on here hip said to her older sister, “O, the snake is fam-a- ly!! The mouse eats cheese, it’s okay!” O, mumbled under her breath, “that doesn’t make any since A” as she walked off. A sighed and looked bewildered as she turned her attention back to the snake, Redd. She noticed I had already put dinner near the snake. Anxious for the snake to eat and concerned he might not fit the mouse in his mouth she cheered him on. “Come on snake, you can do it!” Watching Redd open his mouth wide and swallow the last of the mouse, “Yay! you did it, good snake.”

I continue to find happiness in my frweetheart…

The Beginning

Shortly after I asked my ex-husband for a divorce, I started to look around our home and think about the things we had collected over the nineteen years we lived together. The beautiful soft blue sofa and love-seat where we often gathered our children for family move nights; I remembered the first time we saw it and fell in love with the color and style, deciding it was perfect for our living room. However, that round table to right of the sofa, he found that at a consignment store, it is sturdy and worn with a little character, leather inset on top. Not a table I would have looked twice at, but it complements our meshed eclectic styles. The artwork on the wall, that’s all him too and isn’t unique to us. We often found the same red poppy fields in other’s homes. The vintage camera collection from my early days in the photography industry, that’s my happy place. My adventures in finding the perfect photo that spoke to me is behind some of those cameras, others I have only dreamt of using. I always wanted my work displayed in my home and that’s when it hit me. Overwhelmed with emotions knowing that the living room I was standing in was not really mine anymore, I decided It’s time for me to create my own happily ever after.