Tuesday, February 25, 2020

Partum

Days meld into one another and disappear between your slippery fingers. Every day is weary, but full of deep breaths and attempts at second chances. You are tired. A baby arrives that was not before, and somehow everything and nothing changes all at once. I cried a little in the silent spaces but do you know I ran along the river one day, sun shining, daffodils stretching their bright faces toward the sky, and I thought here we are, and everything is just beginning. Everything and nothing changes all the time.

Every curve in the road is a blessing if you let it.

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