One magical precious year, barely long enough to breathe together and gaze at each other. Enough time for so many firsts: to smile, laugh, crawl, stand, speak, sing, dance, hug, reach for a hand. I already see myself reaching for you, so often, as you run free - laughing at my confining hands. Oh crazy baby, how you run.
Headlong to a future I don't think I can imagine. Your future, Talia. All yours.
Such a very short part of this journey you were helpless and in arms. Every time I pass through babyhood with one of you, I learn again how very fast you move up and away and beyond me. I will never regret one moment in which I gave my time and attention to you, no moment for kissing and rocking and stroking your soft cheeks was time wasted. I took *every second* of babyness with you.
Fuzzy tiny daughter, this morning is the first mirror of many I will hold up to our meeting. I will look at you with brand new eyes, as if learning you anew. One year ago I was kneeling rocked by the power of your birthing, as your eldest sister rubbed my back and told me how near I was to meeting you. I sang you out - and when I silently cradled your soft wetness in our small blue world, my heart sang instead. A sweet song of triumph and overwhelming love for you.
Listen, little one. I'm singing still.