Happy dance.

It's funny what you're heart feels when it's bursting with so much of everything. A little bit of happiness, a huge dash of love, mix that with a generous helping of pure bliss and you've got yourself that warm, fuzzy feeling where you feel so damn good it almost even hurts. In a good way of course. When I feel this good my heart does a happy dance. Happy Dance. I feel like everyone needs a little something in their lives to make their hearts happy. This boy is my something.

He's 18 months.





And I really feel like I should take my camera out with me more...even if it's just on a random walk somewhere. I wanna capture all off this little guy's life while I can. I keep thinking and acting like the hourglass is trickling away, and each and every little bit of sand is a memory somewhere that needs to be frozen in time with a simple photograph. Harvey has less than 6 months left of being One, and I wanna cram as much, and as many pics, into it as I can.




(Mama not long up...so excuse messy hair and tired expression)

18 months. I say it out loud so many times, and will continue to until I can believe it. 18 months ago I brought this boy into the world and became a Mama.



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I don't want this blog to be just about Harvey, which is why I'm stormin' up ideas for blog posts about other things important to me in my life too. I've made a note to self to take more pics of other things, and I really need more pics of both Richard and I. My next challenge! For now it's all about the happy dance.