The strange masked faces are part of this little guy's "normal". I hold him close. I know of all that "used-to-be" and hope for him to see the smiles behind the masks. The tears sting my eyes lacking makeup because this capture was unexpected and raw. He knows me through these hand held devices, and we try to engage and love deeply through a little lens to his world right now.
I'm caught in the middle - yearning to hold closely the ones I love the most - and protect them all the same. It's a place that I wish wasn't part of my story, but it's part of all living in the present times. So we treasure the glisten in each other's eyes and learn to read the love they blink with those salty tears that say more than my lips could speak.
This too shall pass. Just .... someday remember.
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