i wanted to make a deal with god, to bargain, to make promises. instead all i thought was that god is good, babies die, and god is still good. damn. no room for bargaining there. but beyond that moment of terrifying freedom, you came back to strength in all your glory. and maybe this is why there is a part of me that cheers when spices and toothpaste are spread all around.
we celebrated your being three today, little e. from where you were to now.
and despite the activity of yesterday, you woke to insist that there were presents to open.
oh, no eliza, you opened them already.
no, there is more, it is my birthday.
well, thanks to nana and papa, abby and family, and auntie bonita, she was proved right.
truly loved and treasured you are, eliza irene…even when you are hungry and the sun is too bright and the drive to breakfast is too long.
and just for fun, a picture of naomi at 3…isn’t it amazing how they look alike?