But there's also this face that I deeply adore.
This face brightened my world first, but I don't get to see it nearly as much as I'd like to. I see the uniform flashing down the court or the backpack exiting the car, but not the face that is turning 11 in less than a month. And I miss it. I miss his eyelashes and the soft curve of his chin. I miss his megawatt smile and the light spot above his eyebrow. I am chasing chances to be with him and see him. Really see him.
My latest infatuation is Instagram (@kfmontoya) and I am committing myself to a photo a day of him (#365daysofmymax). Business travel doesn't help with the photo a day campaign, but his sister takes photos of him and sends them to me from her iPod or I get sweet self portraits before school. Those warm my heart the most maybe.