It’s been a minute. But here we are. 10 weeks of this delicious little tipple.
My god, I am a mother with a baby, earth side, in my arms. How incredibly absurd the whole thing is.
How lucky I am. How lucky we are. Steve and I. How lovely my body is for growing that small little nose, two arms, those toes. She did it, she knew she could, but how and when. She’s small, she’s here. She already has a way, a spirit, a little spark. How lovely. A source of endless somethings. Different every day, but how, I’m here every minute. A baffling and beautiful thing.
Ten weeks of Sylvia Sunday Bird. Our petit amour.
