Twelve years ago today I was in labor. I had been in labor since dawn of the winter solstice the day before. We said: A solstice baby! Uh, no, guess not. Labor would continue for another two days… My daughter was contemplating the looooong journey ahead of her.
Then she was ready. You go girl!
These sketches are from a baby journal I began after our daughter was born. Not the same day though.
This is a verse we say on the eve of a birthday (filling in the appropriate ages):When I have said my evening prayer, And clothes are folded on the chair, And mother switches off the light, I’ll still be [ ] years old tonight.
But from the very break of day, Before the children rise and play, Before the purple turns to gold, Tomorrow I’ll be [ ] years old.
[ ] kisses when I wake, [ ] candles on my cake.