Happy Happy
Happy Easter everyone!
Boy Band
Words tomorrow. Tonight, simply this. These boys, they rock my world.
1 month old
Sprout is one month old and change today. I keep wishing I could go back to old posts and find out what Bean was like at 1 month, but alas, I didn’t start blogging until he was more like 3 months old so I am forced to trawl my gmail archives for the laboriously detailed [...]
This life
I went on my first run two days ago, and another today. Two miles each time. Sunshine, mud on the road, my squishy middle conforming to supportive snug of lycra and elastic, my feet happy in my shoes. It was a small, micro slice of euphoria: those thirty minutes, me, and the muddy road.
Along [...]
In the dark
I have always feared drowning, though I am a swimmer. My body revels in the water, kicking like a dolphin, arms rhythmically breaking the surface; yet there is a dread that resides in my lungs, in my ribcage, in the pulsing four chambered pocket of my heart that fears drowning more than falling, more than [...]
Protected: Finding my way to here
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Today nothing lasts
Today, sun. Today water droplets falling steadily from icicles along the eaves. Today, fat buds on the forsythia, neighbors running lines for sugaring, the sky the color of a bluebird’s back. Today I am less tired. Still, it is an adjustment, a translation, a prayer.
Sprout is eleven days old. He sleeps in his bouncy [...]
Protected: How you are, now.
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5 days:: due date
The late winter sun shines through the windows with tangible heat. It makes geometric patterns on the floor, shining through the slats of chairs and the mullions on the windows; it refracts through the glass jar on the table filled with fragrant eucalyptus and tiny purple flowers; it dapples the rumpled sheets where Sprout [...]
3 days
Sprout is three days old. It is snowing outside, and has been all night long, and our house is tucked into a snug blanket of silence and whiteness.
He is beautiful, and when he smiles in his sleep his dimpled grin makes this tiny world of mine explode with sparklers.
I am delirious. The [...]