"Crazy, I'm crazy for feeling so lonely
I'm crazy, crazy for feeling so blue
I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted
And then someday you'd leave me for somebody new
Worry, why do I let myself worry?
Wond'ring what in the world did I do?
Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying
And I'm crazy for loving you
Crazy for thinking that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying
And I'm crazy for loving you."
-Patsy Cline
"Crazy". It's the song that automatically popped in my head when I sat down to type this post. Because my family is crazy? Well, we do have some craziness about us but no. It's a song that I remember my mom singing often when I was young. I can her her voice so clearly as I think of it. She even recorded it. My mom loves to sing, when she sings you can see and feel her joy.
I miss my family. I do not get to see them enough. I miss my niece and nephews deeply. They are growing up so darn fast that it aches my heart. When we first brought my second son home from the hospital I knew I wanted more kids. Seeing how the two brothers interacted in love and play made my heart swell. And this is how I feel when I see my boys with their cousins, I miss those bonding face to face talks with my sisters. Some things only they understand. No one else can. I miss my bros slapstick sense of humor, my dad's bear hugs and my mom brings us all together. I miss my friends that knew me 'way back when'. I want to see them more often. Time goes by and the next thing you know, too much time has gone by and we are all a year older.
Another reason why I love photographs...
