My son is sitting next to me, yelling out the word “da-eey” as I am scrolling through pictures on my laptop and pass a batch of my selfies and pointing to the screen. That imagery alone makes me smile and cringe. I hold it in. Now he’s trying to stick my closed blue felt pen up his nose screaming “bum, bum.” Who knows what this kid really means sometimes, he’s 19 months old and barely says whole sentences.  There are a lot of things that I do not know at the present moment but I surrender myself to that truth. I do know that I created this site to help push  me to my limits, to accomplish goals, to cut open myself and learn, learn more about true, raw emotion, about love, about the universe, about each other, about my son, about God. I also created this  website to explore my craft, wander in space, provide a path to those who wish to follow. My mind runs so fast I can barely catch it and I love the idea that I get to record my ideas and they will never be lost or stolen. Perhaps they can be taken, I guess, but I will always have my beautiful ideas right in the palm of my hands.  How technology has become so elastic. I’m going to be 25 this December and although I know that is a young age, it is definitely a great number of years to have lived. After creating the best little piece to my puzzle that ever existed a fire really lit in my heart that has never stopped growing. There are so many things that I desire to teach my son, how to nurture his biological make-up, his hard working amazing little brain, how to connect neurotransmitters and pass signals to himself, how to live, how to be the  best Zechariah that Zechariah can be, second to second, each and every day, typical mom stuff. I want to help him understand at a young age what I am barely beginning to catch a hold on. I want to teach him how to balance his energies and calm his mind when the world’s chatter begins to get hectic. I want to keep his heart innocent and prepare him for the whole world not just a little city inside of a larger state belonging to a larger “democracy.” I want him to know that he has options, he can learn from other people’s mistakes, he can be whoever he chooses to be with determination and will. Like I said, typical mom stuff.