Kid woke up at 4 a.m.
My attempt at transitioning him back to his crib failed. I snuggled up with him.
Then I opened up my social media feeds.
I read about a country where crying babies are ripped away from their mothers and fathers. I read about a government willing to spend more money on separating families instead of keeping loved ones together as they request asylum. I read about American citizens, who were held in internment camps, and are now sounding the alarm about history repeating itself. They say they can’t imagine going through those camps without their parents.
The day before, I watched children sleeping under foil sheets, behind caged walls. I listened to children calling for their mamas and papas, because those are the only words they know and their parents, the only safe haven they ever knew, were taken away by American authorities.
My mind kept racing. My heart ached. Tears spiked my eyes.
Then… my sleeping baby turned over. We faced each other. His little hand covered my bicep. His binky slipped out of his mouth. His lips touched my shoulder. My 20-month old son comforted me in the middle of his dreams.
I am lucky.
“Rest your head close to my heart….
Never to part.
Baby of mine.”
Our pack has grown. I love this baby boy with all my heart. I had no idea how much he would change my life. I felt my heart burst when I first felt him on my chest, crying for comfort.
I spent nine months avoiding booze, sushi and eggs benedict. Betabrand yoga pants replaced my office slacks. Morning walks replaced my morning runs. I shared ultrasound details with expecting moms at prenatal yoga at Pilgrimage of the Heart.
My life outside of the newsroom has become a merry-go-round of nursing, dirty diapers and precious naps. I love watching our baby sleep with a dreamy smile. I adore wearing him close to my heart in a wrap. It’s one of his favorite spots for a nap.
I can’t imagine my life without him.
MAUI – Waking up next to the Pacific Ocean. Palm trees swaying. Beach run in Lahaina.
My third trip to Hawaii. My first visit to Maui. I feel blessed to celebrate 10 years with my hubby.
Also. I need to resist the urge to check work email. I scheduled some tweets. Hotel wifi tempts me to stay plugged into my life back on the mainland.
This view from our balcony took my breath away. Vibrant sunset colors reminded me to enjoy what I have right now.
My inner shutterbug likes to take center stage on vacations.
We spotted three dolphins playing in front this boat last night. Squint. You’ll see it.
I wanted to start snapping away. I knew my iPhone lens would capture a black smudge. I gave up on the perfect Maui photo and enjoyed the impromptu show. I watched dolphins leaping and flicking their tails. I imagined hearing their laughter. I squeezed Mark’s hand.
My favorite part of my first sunset in Maui.
Another entrance illuminated in University Heights.
I love these neighborhood signs in San Diego.
My entry for this week’s Photo Sunday: Entrance.