He watches when I’m not looking, capturing little pieces of me that I never see. And then, hours later, sometimes days, he shares these snapshots with me and I get to relive the moments as he saw them. I get to see myself through his eyes. Photo by Desiderata.
I am made of flesh and bone and blood, and I am hard and squishy. My heart beats with the steady rhythm of the life I have made for myself, my own unique melody. I leave dusty footprints behind me as I walk forward on strong, capable legs. My open eyes see possibility, and I…