Strong wind is roaring outside,
leaving me in a whirl ...
I held my camera high enough to capture iza in "miniature".
Her arms and fingers remind me of her ultrasonic images when I was still carrying her.
Not many years from now, I will no longer have this privilege to view her from this angle...
Having iza silhouetted, she filled in her own face and details of finger nails ...
We have no time to color it yet.
Yesterday, we've just counted the time we can stay together with iza during weekdays.
It's less than 6 hours per day.
9 hours in school + traveling,
9 hours for sleep,
6 hours (maximum) left for breakfast, dinner, washing + brushing + bathing + toilet time, homework , practices for musical instruments ... all inclusive.
Leaving not much for chatting!
If she has extra activities that day, +/- 3 hours including traveling must be deducted from the "6" hours.
In reality, 4 out of the 5 days in a week, she has after school activities.
Time left is good enough for saying good morning and good night.
It's a stupid counting ... by a stupid mama ... but I start to miss iza ...