The Sunshine State is beautiful in February

My kidderoo, about this time last year. Those toes are like sausages.

Used to wonder if I’d be the type of mom who’d climb up on things and play.
I am.

Let me draw your attention to two things: the dimples right above his pudgy fingers and the thigh role. Incredible (or in-cred-ee-blay as one would pronounce it in Spanish, which is how I meant for you to read it the first time.)

For the love! Is there anything more attractive than seeing an incredible father? Sir, this makes my heart swoon.

Miles and his cousin, India. They seek to intimidate each other… it’s how we determine the Alpha male or female in our family. Normal.

My niece, Taylor. She cooler than all you dang hipsters.

“Ah Ah”, the monkey.

Just a little plug for Heineken, though he prefers a Guinness or PM Porter from BJ’s Brewhouse.

“And furthermore…..!”

Love liberates

Maya Angelou, speaking on what her mother told her when she left at 17 years old, to live on her own:

“Mama said, ‘Alright. Remember this: when you step over my doorsill you’ve been raised. You know the difference between write and wrong. Do right. Don’t let anybody raise you and make you change. And remember this: you can always come home’. I went home every time life slammed me down and made me call it ‘Uncle’. I went home with my baby. My mother never once acted like, ‘I told you so.’ She said, ‘Oh, Baby’s home! My darlin’, Mama’s gonna cook you something!’
Love. She liberated me to life. She continued to do that…
<font size="2" Love liberates, it doesn’t bind. It says, ‘I love you. I love you if you’re in China. I love you if you are across town. I love you if your are in Harlem. I love you! I would like to be near you. I’d like to have your arms around me. I’d like to have your voice in my ear, but that’s not possible now, so go. I love you!’ “

– Posted using BlogPress from my iPad