Three Slices, One Too Few.
Jenni.
Photography.
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about the piece.
Since moving to the country I have come to love making homemade veggie pizza for my family of three. I use whatever produce from the local farms is stashed in my fridge, and I always know my husband and 11-year-old stepdaughter will love it (even though Lilly won't eat the vegetables). It is easy to have a heart full of love while making pizza. I hesitated while slicing up this particular pie, though. I cut it into sixths, not eighths. I put out three plates, not four. One is missing, and standing there with the pizza cutter in my hand, I felt it so much. I wanted Angel Mae to have her slice - not just of pie, but of our family life. To me, this photo represents those normal, everyday, unguarded moments in which our child(ren)'s absence can hit like a ton of bricks. -Jenni
about the contributor.
Jenni's daughter, Angel Mae, was delivered prematurely at 20 weeks on February 28, 2009. She writes about her grief journey, and about adventures in step-mothering, at Demeter's Feet.
Oh yes! Our dining table seats eight, but there are only seven of us.x
ReplyDeleteI totally understand, Jenni. We look like a family of three. I wish we didn't.....
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Perfect illustration of what's missing in the everyday.
ReplyDeletesuch a simple photo and it makes my heart ache and my eye well up with tears. yes, it's the everyday stuff that can come down on you like an avalanche and it's the simplest things that are the most unexpected and hurtful
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It can catch us off guard and make us crumble, these simple everyday things with the big aching hole in the middle. I hate it. I wish things were different for all of us here.
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