I used to wish for a time machine. Or more like a distance teleporter... a secret door you could walk through and be anywhere you wanted to be in the world. I would close my eyes tight and hope to be with family that lived down south, and some days the mountains, yesterday with a far-away friend.
Who am I kidding I still search for that secret door and can't believe I haven't found it yet.
I have a hard time understanding why distance even has to exist. The heart fonder? But also weaker.
There's this photo of my mom and me at this age standing in the snow just like that.
Just like that.
And I wonder how many of my dreams and wishes were-
and are-
really messages
to my future self.
psst- more memories and thoughts on time found here, published recently at Story Bleed Magazine.
How ironic that I watched the movie "message in a bottle" last night for the first time. Great post!
ReplyDeletelove that photo of Ivy and the heart. I can't believe how big she is getting.
ReplyDeleteCongrats on getting published in Story Bleed, that is awesome!
oh gosh, I love this. and goodness that girl is so cute!!
ReplyDeleteHer little pants are TOO much! Love them. Oh my goodness.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful smile she has!
ReplyDeleteAs a kid, I used to shut my eyes real tight and imagine myself somewhere else or as someone else. I thought when I opened my eyes, I'd be where or who I imagined.
ReplyDeleteSilly. But I think I still do that sometimes...
And I *love* that picture of Ivy!
perfectly put, as always
ReplyDeleteThat's such an amazing picture.
ReplyDeleteAnd if you find the door, please share, because there are days when I feel like it would be the best option.
Mmm, I think we all need that door sometimes.. for sure <3
ReplyDeleteoh, the piggy tails. <3
ReplyDeleteI would love a door. One from here (Germany), to sweet home, Alabama. My world would be more perfect.
ReplyDeleteI've had deja vu moments before. Not the silly weird ones, but ones where I know that I've dreamt the moment before. That I've seen the scene before me, that I've lived it before, that I've stood in that exact moment... And every few years when it happens, I realize that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
Would you look at that sweet babe in the snow!!! I just love it!!!
ReplyDeleteIvy can't be that big already. My word!
ReplyDeleteIvy's pants are soooo cute!!! and her pig tails...... Oh I can't wait until my little girl has enough hair for pig tails!!!
ReplyDeleteShe is delightful!
ReplyDeletePS when you find that door would you let me know? (and if I find it first I'll send you a shout out).
oh I think this all the time, especially since my BFF is 5 hours away from me. :(
ReplyDeleteooh, yes. i think they are.
ReplyDeleteyou are you and you were you and you will be you. and you (you steph, not you in general!) and those wishes are special and good.
Lovely. So many things I thought I wanted (and want) manifest themselves in surprising, different and totally fulfilling ways - even when the result is not at all what I thought I wanted, it really is!
ReplyDeleteI want a teleporter. And I wanted one even more when I had to commute to work every day. How much easier would it be to just ZAP!, show up at your desk?
ReplyDeleteSo much easier.
Wow, that girl is truly gorgeous and her spirit even more so.
ReplyDeleteso true. it feels kind of circular all of it...the past present future are all wrapped up into one sometimes it feels like that....
ReplyDeleteI cannot WAIT until K can have ponytails like that! Love that photo for SO many reasons...
ReplyDeleteAnd can you invent that distance thing, please??
Ivy is getting SO big!! (and beautiful!)
ReplyDeleteI love that last picture of her.
Oh MY, do I love this.
ReplyDeleteYour writing brings a sort of quiet hush to my heart. Thank you for that.
ReplyDeleteAlso - these pictures are priceless. So creative. I love Ivy's hair in pigtails - and her outfits are ALWAYS so stylish.
stephanie@metropolitanmama.net
you have such a sweet poetic style to your writing... i love it... when you find that door let me know would you ;) ?!
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