francis and the blossoms.

central park has left me speechless these passing weeks, every tree bursting to bloom and begging for a picnic. i believe it my sacred privilege to help my boy discover the curiosities of nature, and this particular morn, i was moved to lay him under the cherry blossoms and let him explore them in a way that is all his own. a tilted head, a lengthened gaze, legs kicking outward, arms reaching upward, a symphony of spring birds, a mama's hum, toes ever so lightly kissing the earth.

i like to think that this is his first memory.