this dear child’s coming was such relief after the pain of miscarriage.
this dear child could not be without that experience. this dear child lived with a mama who was grieving and rejoicing, a mama who nearly crumbled under the complicated nature of life.
his birth was thrilling. nearly born in the car after my insistence to stay home as long as possible. i was fed clementines and noodle soup in the tub. i was driven to the hosiptal pushing and breathing at the same time. and he was so beautiful.
such a pretty baby. dear child of mine. seven years of life.
my child who will always notice what could be better.
my child who insists on fairness.
my child who loves gentle touch and aggressive play.
happy birthday, dear one. this day to honor you and your coming.