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Every now and again - I digress.
A step away from my usual practice....to share my true love.
One year.
It doesn't seem possible. He's growing so fast.
Seems just yesterday that I wrote this:
A new life.
Ten fingers. Ten tiny little toes. The sweetest face.
A breath. A cry.
A warm little bundle sleeping soundly on my chest. His heart and mine - beating.
And it just gets better and better.
Doesn't it?
Life's most deliciously precious gift.
Surprised to see such a sight - I asked:
What are you doing? Where are you going? Is this a walk you walk every day?
He looked at me surprised that I was as surprised to see:
Strolling - he said. To nowhere in particular.
Just doing what we do...getting our exercise...as we must every day.
He spoke as if I should know.
I confessed - I know not.
Here in these mountains - they call me a flatlander.
Never have I felt more so than I did today.
Once again - I'm reminded.
This is Vermont.
I can expect the unexpected.
Even...and especially on a grey winter day.
It happens. Some thing so miraculous...momentous...amazing - stops me.
All else falls away. No thing other matters.
I'm lost in just this.
A new life.
Ten fingers. Ten tiny little toes. The sweetest face.
A breath. A cry.
A warm little bundle sleeping soundly on my chest. His heart and mine - beating.
Everything shifts.
I was mom. I become a grand-one.
I add one more title to my long list of hard-earned street creds.
Everything changes.
He's named for his great grand-mother.
He carries her spirit within.
It's beautiful.
Isn't it?
It's the universe's most divinely magnificent gift.
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Posting here will be a bit sporadic...as I'll be busy nurturing other sweet things.