We get to think of life as inexhaustible well.
Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really.
How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it?
Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even that…
And yet it all seems so limitless.
~ Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky
How many more times will he cling to you & sit on your hip. How many more times will he rumble & tumble with you on the ground. How many more times will he be happy to play in a nudie on a hot summers day, how many more times will he kiss you with all his might on the lips… how many more times will he take your hand?
These Summer days are drifting away.
So hold on Mumma’s… There’s not nearly enough of those moments left.
Summer days are not quite over just yet… Get in touch today if you’ve been wanting to book a session. I’d love to hear from you.