Monday, April 8, 2013
Couch Potato . . . Cute Version!
the weekend of that fabulous breakfast,
She was such a welcome antidote in all the gatherings the last few days -- hard to resist the chance to make a baby smile, and hard to stay sad when one has success at that. . . . Just peeking at her, asleep in her porta-crib, being soothed by ocean waves on the iPad, cheered me. And we collected around her to watch the latest trick -- put her down on her back and watch her draw knees up, swing them to the side, then flip her body over onto her tummy, trapping her arms firmly beneath her until she squiggled sufficiently to free them.
In the wake of death, I wonder how many more times I will get to watch a baby grow, get to cuddle that plump sweetness, feel the bonds tighten as she gains confidence in our eye contact, concentrates on following the pattern of my chat and tries her best to respond with lips pursed, eyebrows working hard, vocal cords pressed into cooing action. In the wake of death, I commit to attending as carefully as I can to the life around me. In the wake of death . . . . I begin my week, remembering the scrumptiousness of a baby hug . . . .
May yours be a Happy Monday!