Love On a Rainy Day

It’s late (“late”) on a Sunday night; I’m lying in bed on my tummy, listening to jazz (à la Woody Allen flicks) and editing photos of the muy deliciosa baby Mila…meanwhile, it’s raining cats and dogs and dinosaurs and whales outside. And yet, and yet, I could not be happier.

I’m loving what I am doing. It’s been almost 3 months since I began this (long-awaited) journey into the world of freelance photography, and I have to say, “work” has never felt so good before. Or so natural.

There is nowhere I’d rather be right now than right here, doing exactly what it is I’m doing. In fact, I was so overwhelmed with emotion (cue The Ink Spots’ “If I Didn’t Care” from Radio Days) simply from all the plucky, romantic songs coupled with the fact that my heart was literally aching by Mila’s wide-eyed gaze staring back at me from my screen that I texted my friend (and the aunt to this bambina) just to let her know how I was feeling. And wrote this blog post. A tad bit ashamed to admit this to the world, but at the same time…it’s how I felt, and I am who I am.

Counting my blessings right now. I’m warm and dry indoors while it’s borderline armageddon-ing outside, I’ve got some great tunes keeping me company, and one spectacularly adorable (argh, those eyes!) little newborn successfully tugging at my heartstrings. Life is so good, I’m lucky to be able to feel, and I am clearly in my element.

Mila says hello, by the way…