Welcome to the World!

Flowers for a baby boy. Born this morning, 7# 11 oz. Ten perfect fingers and ten perfect toes. One of many babies wriggling into my life. These babies are cracking open a door once thought shut. Shut and bolted. Biology's perennial tug-of-war between the mind and body; my mind says no, you have more than enough, think of the world, the environment, the expense, your age ... and my body replies oh to have another baby - how wonderful would that be?!!

Our original intent was to have two kids. We have three. Last weekend the big kids had sleepovers at friends' houses. The house seemed empty, lonely. I was so grateful for little sis. For her late night snuggles and chubby hands. For those sweet lips whispering, "You're a good mommy." I want to freeze those moments in time. I don't want to let them go, to let them grow up. But I must. And even if I had another babe - that one too would grow and flee the nest. And yet there are days when I understand why people keep having more. My mind says they're crazy and my body says no, no they're not.

So today I'm the mediator between mind and body. I'll shower my children with affection and enjoy other people's little ones.

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Happy Love Thursday!

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Love Thursday

Hoards of brand spanking new people have invaded my life; one, two, three, four, five, six. Yup - six babies. Sixty tiny little toes, sixty delectable fingers, six bellies begging for raspberries. And none of these children are mine; they are the offspring of my sister, friends and co-workers. Lucky me I don’t have diapers to change or late night feedings. I get to step back and enjoy these sprites for what they are - pure unadulterated beings. And I am reminded of the potential. The innocence. The joy.

I’ve been watching the mommies with their bulging bellies and swelling chests. Their momma shuffle as the days come near. I remember the dragging feet, the pulling of ligaments and the kicks to the ribs. I don’t remember feeling the glow. It's as if the queen bee took residence within their pregnant hollows and honey now drips from their pores. They are - to put it simply - beautiful.

And then the babies with their sporadic movement, O lips and satin smooth skin. They smell like a summer’s evening; lilacs and honeysuckle drifting through an open window, curtains fluttering in the breeze. Even the yeasty milk of babies’ breath is endearing like bread rising in the oven - organic, natural, homemade.

To hold these babies, carefully cradling their heads and nuzzling your face against theirs, inhaling -it’s as if you’re inhaling the universe. You’ve breathed in the world - you belong to it and it to you.

And I can’t help but be jealous. These babes have their whole lives ahead of them. But sitting here, writing, talking to you - I realize I have the rest of my life ahead of me. And you - you have the rest of your life ahead of you. We are but neonates with the same kinetic energy as these infants I hold so dear. We all have the potential to watch, to listen and to learn. We are all innocent, joyful and beautiful.

So today, on Love Thursday, I’m loving life; people everywhere, big and small and full of potential.

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Tomorrow is another baby shower. Here's a little something I knit up for the occasion.


The gift tag is printed on magnet photo paper and can be put on the fridge after the gift is opened. I hope she likes it!