This is all I know about love. My son and I.
He is as perfect and as beautiful as it is possible to be.
Mother Love: Me and Rubin
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This is all I know about love. My son and I.
He is as perfect and as beautiful as it is possible to be.
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Sam, it’s true. It’s true. It stays true. Underneath, always, there’s that cord … I really can’t explain it better than that … that cord of something primal, base, blood & DNA, so no matter how the boy grows, grows away, grows disdainful, grows remote … it’s there and YOU feel it and HE feels it and sometimes (oh, sometimes), you have a 19 year old with his head in your lap sound asleep, or a 23 year old taking your hand as you walk into a restaurant, grinning down at you, and NO! THING! can be heard except the hum of the cord.
… the hum of the chord …
that’s poetry that any mother will understand
much love, hun.
You and your son are so beautiful in this. I love the lighting, the softness.
Thank you. I take lots of grainy self-portraits like this. Oh, I have tonnes of them since Rubin was born. All for my own indulgence, of course!
by time my first baby was 1 I had over 1000 photographs of her (analogue)
Ah, yes–the mountain of baby photos. Perhaps one day I will have them all catalogued and saved in one place so I can find them easily.
Hehe, well she’s now almost 18 and I still don’t have them all in the one place or catalogued. sigh
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