Tuesday, July 12, 2011
After yesterday's post I stumbled across these two photographs...photos that were taken by my mother when we went down to Santa Barbara for a little girls trip a couple of weeks ago.
I am so glad I shoved the camera into my mom's hands and told her, with much encouragement, that yes she could take a good picture. There was a brief moment that my belief in her wavered when I had to show her a couple of times where the shutter release button was located, and she fumbled to hold the heavy camera. But she did it. She actually did it.
And so as I reflect back upon the post like yesterday's, in which I reveal the slightly elevating panic I am feeling over the growth and loss of my little Bean, I see these pictures...
...and I cry.
...and I melt.
Now I know what it means when others say to their children, you will always be my little girl.
She will forever be my Bean. I know I will always see traces of her underneath her skin, in her eyes, and in the way she loves me.
I cannot thank my mother enough for taking these pictures.