How do I get up there, Mommy? I want to fly. I want these things flapping on my side to swiftly embrace the sky. I can't figure it out. I looked at those fuzzy balls of fur slowly making their way up in those cotton balls and trees blowing up probably by an invisible man. How do I get up there, Mommy? I want to fly. I want these things flapping on my side to swiftly embrace the sky. It must be a magic trick Some sort of balloon in helium magic wisp of puffing up like a cartoon and have the sun hit your face like an orange fire ball in the afternoon. So she bends down softly and says, Do you wish to know how to fly? Well, surely my toddler brain knows I want to go up that high. Then she arches her back and swoops me up a bundle of chocolate with flapping arms lifts me to the ceiling and says there is no limit when you got a little push and falling will never be your harm. See how I get up there, Mommy? Look at me, fly. I finally got these thing...

It's nighttime. The crisp, cool air beckons me and all of a sudden I want to go for a little drive. Bambino's up and its past his bedtime. No worries, its not a commonality to take our child past a certain hour where we can be judged by Dr. Spock comparison driven mothers. So we open the door, and the slight breeze hits us. Its absolutely beautiful. I see a pregnant moon Its off eggshell crater face smiling at me. No clouds in sight to hinder a luminescent tidal wave in another part of the world. He points up He jumps He laughs. Pushing his arm forward, he grabs an invisible force His tiny fingers extracting a woosh of excitement and says, "It's too far! I can't reach it!" as his eyes hold the reflection of stars. -b.r.rivera 5of30 #30in30