Lately I keep feeling very much like a Mom. Like my mouth constantly takes like baby eczema cream from the constant kissing of Joe’s face. And I have so many more chins. And I do slow deliberate internet workouts with eight pound weights that mime the lifting and putting down of car seats. And I wear long baggy shirts to cover where he used to be. But I’m so lucky that Morrison still sees me as dynamic, and why do I feel uncomfortable writing this?, as beautiful. And this picture he took at Tahoe is how he sees me, and it is now how I will try and always see myself.