How did I go almost two months without posting ANYTHING on this blog? What kind of writer am I? Oh yeah, the kind that doesn't.
The entire northeast/mid atlantic region is currently blanketed with over a foot of snow. V and I are ensconced at my parents' house where we are supposed to be meeting, along with my husband, later today to receive much needed help while the hubby and I are in the middle of our mortgage trial period. What do I love right now? Having family that extends a hand when you need it, doesn't hold grudges (even though I do too often), and rewards good attempts.
V is almost 18-months-old. Almost 1 1/2 years. She is almost 32" tall, almost 30lbs. Almost out of reach. I know that last statement was somewhat fatalistic. It astonishes me how fast the time, as short as it really is, has flown. I blink and she learns a new word, either verbal or sign. I wake up in the morning and she has grown. The last 18 months, year and a half, have been the hardest I have ever lived through. I have had more stress, more fear, more tears, more sleepless nights than in the last 35 years of my life. And yet, the joys, the very simple joys of a morning baby kiss, the "pat pat pat" of her little hand on my shoulder when I pick her up, or her insistance on taking my hands and having me dance with her when she likes a song, these will break my heart with their sweetness and perfection. I hope she never knows the fear we have felt, the insecurity. I hope for her that she always feels and knows the dept of our love. I wish I could protect her from the bumps and bruises of life and people. I wish she could keep this sweetness for ever.
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