newborn baby giggles as little girl slips, milk-drunk, into sleep in my arms…
the smell of fresh bread, sweet and citrusy, to celebrate Epiphany…
warm sun and a cool breeze and a couple hours at the park with my family…
little boys all crazy smiles running through the splash pad in the cold…
sunlight on baby girl’s face, streaming through the window to the changing table, holding her spellbound for a good twenty minutes…
little boy hugs, head laid down on baby’s tummy, arms ever-so-gently tucked around her…
big boy love, wild and exuberant, caring and protective, running joyfully in each morning to say hi to the baby, showing her his toys, getting up at dinner to check on her…
tiny fingers capturing us all with their utter perfection…
Postpartum is hard. But in with the hard times, there is so much beauty – beauty in the new life, beauty in the old familiar everyday that keeps on going on – and the beauty is what keeps me going on as the old and the new become one.
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