i suppose it's all about perspective.
a little over a week ago, finn fell on the hardwood floor. blood and fear dripped down and we have been dealing with the ramifications. an er trip on valentine's day because we feared her frenulum was stuck between her teeth. two doctors looked at her, perplexed. they didn't want to touch it. told us to visit a dentist, instead. phrases like "moving her teeth" and "possible stitches" bouncing off the divider curtains and echoing around the woman with the hurt leg across the way. today, a dentist visit.
no, no...she's fine. it's just swollen, you've done a good job taking care of her and she will be fine in another week.
the bleeding? normal with tissue trauma, apparently. i've also decided that 'tissue trauma' should be a band name. her resistance to eating, drinking, giving kisses, brushing her teeth...all normal.
there is nothing that helps anxiety more than an expert telling you that all is well and that you've done well.
that alone is worth whatever bill we end up with in the mail.
i am now the official weekend editor on the bright side project. i will be posting every friday, saturday and sunday. i will keep harassing you with reminders, because i really believe in what these ladies have started and it is an honor to be a part of it at all.
miss b is one half of the brains behind the bright side project and she also runs souvenir foto school. i've signed up because the focus is not necessarily on learning the basics of photography, but on finding your eye and listening to your creative voice. this mini (6 week) session is free and is still open until next sunday.
i am in love with taking pictures. but i have a problem calling myself a photographer of any kind. labels i've punched into my skin, tags dangling from the clearance rack.
i define myself sometimes without a care in the world for how it might make me feel.
sometimes it's all about perspective.