15 Weeks

And the love is ever growing, all knowing and all consuming. I know him better than I know myself, and yet somehow he’s a stranger. His eyes are bright and his face is changing. He’s stretching and lengthening and listening and looking and looking all of the time. He knows who he is but who he is is still an ever unfolding mystery. A circle within a circle leading home. He is a miracle and a mystery and I am walking a path with him I have always been on and never want to get off. And I never will. He is an always. And this is love.

13 Weeks

Well it’s magnificent, I surely assure you. It’s bright and beautiful and blissful and wild and weird and always surprising and splendid. Those are just words. But the present is present and full and real and always gurgling and giggling and grunting and smiling such smiles. Such sweet ones. He is a bundle of light and he is the best thing that ever happened to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

If I could meet you in the morning, I would. Raise the misty skies to the new horizon and chase you down the path to the edge of the sea. To the edge of the sea I’d see all new great dawns being born. I’d do it again. I’d do it again. I’d do it all right this time. I’d come to you clean and clear and without so much wind in my hair. Just breathless and open and ready to be ready to be found and lost and buried underground. I’d be healed and I’d be whole and we’d walk, we’d walk together towards that infinite shore that was always lapping up around us. We’d find the time and we’d erase the time and we’d start over. We’d start over. And we’d know that we don’t know that we can never know how it will end but we should always know that we know each other more than we can say.

10 Weeks

I love every inch and scrap of this magnificent being that is my child. That is my son. That holds my whole heart and my whole being and will never let go. And I pray he wil never let go. And I pray I will get to share the adventure of this life with him. Always. Always in all ways.
Here we go, here we go. 10 weeks along and nearly 11. And that is impossible to believe, just impossible. He feels as though he’s teething and I imagine I see a little white bump in the back of his mouth. He laughs and smiles and just yesterday started really holding things. He takes baths with me and has outgrown his infant insert (that happened at maybe 8 weeks?) in the ergo. He can move his head around and hold it up a little when he’s on his tummy. I just started lifting him up into the air “flying” for fun yesterday. He is so wonderful, so loving, so perfect in every way. He still sleeps between my legs for comfort but last night he slept for 6 hours because I put his pacifier in rather than feeding. He is drooling like CRAZY and always has hands in mouth now.
And today, the day he turned 11 weeks, here he goes blowing bubbles out of his mouth like a raspberry and walking in the tub his very first little steps.