It's about 7:30am. It's hot, infused, my tea is ready. Manech grabs my hand. The last bite of his toast disappears in his wide opened mouth. His finger pointing at the door, he pulls my hand as hard as he can. I look at this ecstatic little human being and I smile. Just like any other mom I wish right then I had 3 hands. One for my child, one for my cup of tea, one for my camera. I grab my camera. A barefoot walk around the yard with your baby has to be the best morning routine in the world. We pick a lemon as the sun rises higher in the sky. We eat some home-grown kale, the first salads he's ever planted.
I am thankful for this happy temporary home of ours, where banana and papaya trees grow amongst pieces of Art spread around the yard.
I am thankful for this happy temporary home of ours, where banana and papaya trees grow amongst pieces of Art spread around the yard.
