Eden and her snow mouse. I knew she would love to make something with all the wonderful snow. I love some of the Eden shots I got that day. Very memorable, very Eden.
I hope Eden never loses her desire to rough house and play. Something about growing up and being a girl, sometimes you think it’s time to play defenseless, or coy, and not to get involved with the rowdies. I hope Eden skips that part of my gene pool, and moves into a confident and brave female.
Ah yes, my Eden. She has no tolerance for cold. All that snow balling was fun while it lasted. But no one told her the snow would slide down her mittened palm and onto her wrist and into her sleeve. And as my trigger happy finger snaps away at her beautiful raw emotion I’m giggling under my consoling voice, “Eden, it’ll be ok. It’s cold, I know. We’ll go inside and get dry and have some hot chocolate.” It’s great being a mom. Solving great fits of tears with Ovaltine and 1% milk.