“Mama Bird”

There I was. Day old sweatpants, Ralph Lauren exotically-patterned night gown tied in the most casual knot, resting just above my growing belly. Relaxed and barely clinging to my waist, a brown lightweight down parka planted its roots, fanning with each carefree twirl I made. The heat, oppressive, warmed my very soul and through that very air, swirled an aroma of Magnolias and the nearing hope of warmer days.

The sun, shining down, created the most perfect old film effect of my world. Time moved slow during moments like these. B entered my frame, twirling, arms spread wide. Flutters of giggles glided over the birds’ happiest of chirps.

We flew amidst the wildflowers, racing past the trees of grapes, the sweet taste of Spring dancing on our lips.

Forever in my heart wild child. Mama loves you.