While breastfeeding my son:
Looking down at you, my lovely little elf baby. I am so grateful for now.
I’m so glad we found each other across space and time.
Remembering a few days before, reaching out into the ether for my grandmother, and she has been scattered back out into the universe.
And to my mother: I finally understand, “You will always be my baby.” I wish you had made other choices, that we could be nearer each other in so many ways, and I love you.
The anniversary of embarking upon a relationship with the father of my child.
Like spring come again, my summer baby in autumn, my Thanksgiving. Winter lies ahead. I am grateful, and delighted for the sparkle in those dark days to come.