So "Mikaela"

Dear Mikaela,

Out of the hundreds of pictures I took over Spring break,
this one ranks as one of my Favorites.

I don't mind that it was taken inside a garage,
filled with drab colors and doggy hair.

My eyes keep getting drawn towards that hot little red face
in the picture, with That Expression. Your expression.

The same one that greets my sleepy eyes each morning,
as you ask for "Apple Juice!"

The same one that faces me when you talk animatedly
about Lightning, Mator, and Curious George . . .

It's the same one that tells me, "You're so you."

I didn't think I'll actually get a good picture of you that moment when I called your name.
You've been good at blinking just when I snap my camera, lately.

Or walking right up to me for a hug and a squeeze, so I can't get your picture anyway.

But this time, you looked directly at me, and simply said, "Yes?"

And this was one of the few times I was glad you didn't smile,
because in that moment,

I finally saw a picture of you.

~ Mama

Them deceivingly bright and sunny days . . .

Photo credit to our friend and neighbor: W.L Ng

I braved yesterday afternoon driving alone in heavy rain and hail, under stormy skies . . .
hearing tornado warnings outside, and severe weather interruptions over the radio.

I've never seen anything quite like that in all our years here in B-town. Seriously.

~ Mrs. Arcfide