Last night we walked under the night sky, just me and my boy, and his eyes opened so wide to take it all in. I can cherish each moment this time around, because I know everyone is right, that it passes in a breath, and that you cannot know how much you'll miss the tininess, the 'I am your everything' stage. In many ways, it gets better and better, but there is no mystery and necessity and bond like a newborn's and I find myself clinging on, not like a crazy nostalgic lover who hides old t-shirts and keeps faded ticket-stubs until only she knows their meaning, but as a wise and hardworking blackbird, in his prime, knowing the best days of his life are right now, and all the hard work explains the incredible beauty around him. There are moments when I feel my heart grows two sizes out of my chest. I know I look a sight... 30 pounds to lose, mangled hair to wash, and cut, oh so much laundry to do, but I feel like a million bucks and I don't know what I did to get two babies, as perfect for my imperfections, as beautiful to this world, as they are.
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