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.