I will have photos to post soon, and some writing that reflects the swimminess of having a new baby — how the heart and mind and body all melt into the time and space around me and weeks pass by and then more weeks, and soon enough it’s time to go back to work. I don’t mind the sleepless nights and the sleep-deprived days and how I can’t remember simple things like the word for “dugout” or how to find a hair cutting place in the phone book (look under “beauty salon” — who knew?). This time passes too quickly, and for only so much longer will I know that silky soft baby face against my own. I let Sam watch too many videos and I feel damn proud when I wash the dishes. I took a shower today.
This piece by Black Hockey Jesus is where I’m at these days. Split wide open.