As mothers everywhere know, the moment you give birth to a child, a piece of your heart lives outside of your body. My sweet, vibrant and incredibly energetic son has brought to my attention the reminder of how my heart walks around with a spunky fire. The kind of fire sparked by the warmth of playing cowboys and indians, getting our daily ROAR on and making sure the bathtub is filthy by evening (proof of our adventures in dirt). He is through and through a boy...fiercely independent, brave and strong. As he grows older day by day his personality gets more and more amazing. He's only 2, but two years extraordinary!! No really, let the photos of the little guy with the face paint and feathers speak for themselves.
Stay jazzy.
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| Scottish, Black, Italian, Apache Indian fiiiyaaah!! |
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If he hasn't picked up a rock, we haven't done the day justice.
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Sometimes you just have to climb a tree and deal with your feelings
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| ...and other times you notice the coolness of an airplane and life is good. |
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| Oh the joy of being a boy and sticking your head in a log full of spider webs. Sheeesh! |
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| This kid... |
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| is my heart with a walking stick. |
May the sun bring you new energy by day
May the moon softly restore you by night
May the rain wash away your worries
May the breeze blow new strength into your being
May you walk gently through this world
and know its beauty
all the days of your life
-Apache Indian Blessing
xo
Jasmin
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