this morning
i awoke
to
our town
painted
white
with snow.
large flakes
floated
silently
down
outside
our windows
as i fed
little vee.
today
our wee grub
is
3 months old.
doesn't
seem very old,
i know
but
in a way
it feels like
years
because
she changes
so much
every day.
. . . . .
this evening
we celebrated
by
eating
a fancy
cake
from
wodey-suchard
and
drinking
a bottle
of champagne-
a gift
from our
friend
gaylord.
our
dear friend
pip
joined us
for
the party.
we could not
help
but
reflect on
that
difficult
night
3 months ago.
grub & i
recalled
her birth
from each
of our
perspectives.
i promised
myself
that
we would
write them down
and
share them
with you
before the year
is through...
lest
we slowly
forget
the details,
both
good
and bad,
that brought
our
wee grub
into our lives.
happy
3 months
little vee!
xoxo
Happy 3 months Vee!
ReplyDeleteIt was also important to me to write down everything that happened throughout those hours for us as well. In the weeks after his birth, I was fanatical about getting in all down in (what became) the baby journal. I used the rest of the pages to mark new things that Colin had done or was enjoying (or hating as the case may be).