Monday, May 9, 2011

Bird in the Nest

Dear Curly,

The other night your Daddy was out of town so you, and your sister and I had a sleep-over in my bed.  We watched a movie and giggled and stayed awake until late at night the yellow Alaskan twilight finally, finally faded pink, then gray, then the color of blueberries and your eyelids closed as gently as the setting sun.  We spent the night cozy as three birds in a nest, me with a wing around each chick. 

I woke very early in the morning.  And the first thing my eyes landed on was you.  Warm beside me.  Sweet and beautiful.  Indescribable you.  In the softness of the dawn I saw you as my baby.  Fresh.  Just the way I dreamed you.  But real.  And ready to surprise me.  You gave me several moments to just soak you in.  Then, waking, your eyes met mine and you smiled.  Just the way you did as a baby when you so often caught me watching you dream.

I love you.

Mama 

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