the most beautiful thing: moments of any minute
It’s an enduring quietude, if you don’t count the squealy moments of excitement. My belly, grown large and round with the expectant arrival, knows that something has already arrived – indeed, that something arrives lo those nine-plus months ago. A spirit clear and of love, longing for us as we longed for it, even then not knowing so yet. And we have grown to meet its heart, as I have grown to meet the feet and head and bottom and breathing and hiccups and blessing of it all.
The most beautiful thing is that any minute a sweet new face will join our family, as this sweet being joined us already, and that every moment inside even the expectancy is the most beautiful thing.
Photo by Pablo Arenas.