…doesn’t make a summer, maybe a swallow dress will?
*Hirondelle fabric from Atelier Brunette, pattern inspired by « Style Petite fille » by Yoshiko Tsukiori. The fabric flower is self-inspired.
It’s the wonderfullness of childhood.
Seeing her become a kitten-princess with the most whimsical back-scratching tool as a scepter and striped socks as dancing shoes.
It’s her joy and mirror dancing.
All the dreams that are comprised in a few hours of cutting and sewing her « favorite fabric of all times ».
To those who tell me oh my, when do you find the time or why do you bother, I can only answer that: I do because it’s (oh so) worth it.
And so it’s 14 now. Fourteen years since you’ve entered our lives.
Well, the very first time I was introduced to you was way earlier and I recall it as if it was yesterday. I was standing in the corridor of our old apartment (do you remeber it?) and it must have been late morning because the sun was shining so bright through the bathroom window and onto the wall that I had to look down while waiting for the pregnancy test to reveal its verdict. As the two positive blue lines appeared I stood there speechless for a couple of minutes, soaking in the fact that a true, tiny 2-week person was growing in my bosom (utter amazingness). Then I rushed to the phone to tell your dad because there was no way I could wait until evening. This happened 14 years, 8 months and 1/2 ago.
I had often wondered how it would be when we would gaze straight into each other’s eyes – check, that’s done now and soon you’ll look down at me. Your physical changes are so impressive lately that I sometimes stop and look at you while you don’t notice. Are you still you, the same you? ‘Cause, you know, a parent expects his children to grow but how, nobody knows. That’s a book that one unfolds one page at a time and that often makes sense only looking back. Your hair has turned from blond to chestnut, you’ve become so much taller and stronger, your figure is changing. Yet, when I look at you carefully, I recognize the same smile; those long eyelashes and something graceful about you that made people sometimes think you were a baby girl even if a dressed you as a boy; that dimple on your chin like your dad and that way you have to make a joke and remain serious while your eyes laugh. Yes, you’re always you.
Happy birthday beautiful boy
I’m happy and proud you’ve chosen me as your mama
A weekly ritual, inspired by SouleMama’s blog: a special picture, without subtitles. A unique, everyday or extra-ordinary delight that I want to record and cherish. Don’t hesitate to share your link in a comment for all to see if you wish to join in. Cheers!