Today while in surgery I kept humming this song over and over again to myself. The repetition was meditative and in a short while I found myself believing that every little thing is gonna be alright...
Some of the news of last week settled in without me putting up much of a fight. Some of the other landmines of the week are still sputtering with a dogged refusal to die out. This, I know from being here before, is where the work begins. This work is the process whereby I make peace, excuse injustice, and coax myself to just let it go. It's an organic process that can't be rushed. Even I have to wait for the healing to take place. So when I felt it come over me - starting to feel more like myself - all I could think of was "At Last"!!
In the meantime, I finished planting our containers. It's a modest effort and quite frankly doesn't look like much at the moment. I'm excited to see if anything takes and even more excited at the thought of eating something we grew in our own urban backyard!
There have been more special times with Ada. Oh! My very own heart!! I can't believe that tomorrow she will be 11 months old. Only 1 more month until her first birthday. Even as I am savoring every single moment I have with her I am in denial about this momentous occasion. It can't possibly be one year ago that she was inside my body so tiny and helpless. Now she crawls so fast we can hardly keep up with her. She has teeth. She has will and expression. She is a ham!
Tim took her hiking again. The backpack was a good investment. He wore that baby out!
Can't seem to get her off the phone with Grandma Judy
It feels like I can almost see what her as a grown-up in this picture. I am so not ready for that yet.
My little fishy in the bath
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oh my goodness do i ADORE her!!
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