Scene Changes.

When Life enters, Life changes. Every ray of sun is brighter and still doesn't outshine that perfect smile. Every shadow is darker and still not as dark as a single tear. Every moment is shorter, but worth more. And the fear of mortality mixed with the joy of living creates the background upon which each element is enhanced. Never before have I been able to imagine with such clarity what despair would look like as I can when I think of how I would feel if something happened to Peanut. Love changes everything for better or worse. For better and worse. Love changes.

Each day is marked by something trivial. The monumental minutiae. His first smile, or coo, or when he lifts his head or cocks a tiny eyebrow when mamma tries to make a joke. When he winks at a girl or sticks out his lower lip and melts every heart in the room. His lacrime di cocodrillo, crocodile tears. Sweet cunning.

Is there anything more terrifying or beautiful than absolute love? Is there any more contradictory feeling than the mother who feels at once connected and absolutely alone? The curtain has been pulled and the third act revealed with life naked center stage. I'm so excited to see where it is going and how the scene changes.