My 10-Month Old Perfection
Time on the computer is limited with no daddy around to allow the writer in me to work. But my darling moon, my perfect pearl, my gift from the sea….
Your head still smells like beach sand. This was verified on our trip to the beach yesterday. Your head and the grains…smell identical. I knew it!
You say Dada, Dog, Goat, Mama, ByeBye. You blow kisses. You try to snap your fingers. You clap.
You can stand for 3-5 seconds ON YOU OWN. Go girl.
You love water, you go “girgle girgle” everytime I drink some or turn on a faucet or hear the river rage.
You nurse like there is no tomorrow.
You have little hair my dear one. Just like your sister. Just like your mother when she was a babe. But the hair you have is oh-so lovely. the color of a year old penny that has not seen much movement.
You have a few freckles on your thigh. I kiss them daily.
You like to eat anything that you can hold. Including your sisters toes.
My love, why oh why don’t you like to sleep?
Your eyes sparkle, glitterly like the north star inside each one.
You are a screamer.
You like to inhale and lift your arms up above your head to a sun salute whenever I do. You already practice ujai breathing.
You are utterly perfect. I love you and no words can measure exactly what that means.
peace to you always my Sula Pearl.
MB, I can hear you recite this, breathless and full of fire, earth, and sea…Lovely…
Oh Sula, enjoy Ojai with your Mama and Sis. You are returning, to the sea, to where a part of you belongs. You are home…for now. We send our love for you. Even your little face and head resembles a pearl.
Comment by Leigh — June 7, 2006 @ 4:12 am