pulling teeth & planting flowers

I fell in love with quotes at a very young age. I guess it was interesting to me that someone else is able to unknowingly express my thoughts when I’m at a loss for words; it has me wasting hours on the simple thought that our minds must have soulmates too.

I am taking pictures of the rain, of an empty bottle of wine. Mumbling expletives at the alarm that came too early. Frying eggs in a pan and watching bacon sizzle through eyes that aren’t even half open yet. Petting the dog that barked too loud or licked my cheek, thanking the mail man for a package in my underwear, hidden behind a dark stained door. I am snapping shots of everything, figuratively and literally. Of the project I’ve been dreading, the dirty room needing cleaning, the airplane ticket to a far away friend and the laughing smiles painted onto faces over shared lunch. I am taking pictures of my morning coffee, the reasons I am waking up every day - for the early morning breakfast dates or the late night, tipsy laughs. I am finding the reasons to press capture in my mind and I am rolling out of bed to get closer to them. My figurative espresso, my literal coffee, my beautiful friends and my hopeful new day. Say cheese for the moments that make you ready to open up, say good morning to the day that means something is worth getting a picture of. Say good morning to the sleeping body to your left, to the kiss they leave on your cheek each morning. Say thank you to the good mornings, I love yous, the laughs and the words that don’t come out right. Say thank you for today and tomorrow and for what keeps you waking up every time.