Photo by Chantel Williams, 2008

This might seem a bit random today. I woke up mid-panic attack. I guess my anxiety has returned. So I spent the day hanging around with two emotional teenagers. We left empty handed after we roamed from store to store, weary and tired searching for the perfect pair of skate shoes. 20 stores later, a stop at Sushi Takahashi, one Orange Julius and a cigarette later. I’m mall weary, that type of weary that comes with a heavy cloud of cheap perfume and a heavy dose of new purse leather.

I snapped this photo of Mr. Bug as he was performing the new chords he learned this week. I never thought of myself as much of a photographer but when I capture a face like this on a kid as EMO (emotional for you parents out there) as mine; I know that there is a god somewhere. Someone told me once that he’ll come around and he’ll want to be in life full time again. Sometime after his balls fully decend to man levels; I figure it will be when he turns 30. When I look at his face I know he’ll come back someday. When I think of how much I miss him my heart breaks a little. I hear that motherhood is sometimes laced with a broken heart.

This photo might get me by for now.