Last summer I held my teeny baby quietly in an air-conditioned apartment where our lives revolved around nursing and sleeping and goofy baby facial expressions and doctor checkups.
It was nice the way time stood still for a bit--in a way that was part really-hard-all-the-time and part soak-it-in-a-little-longer-while-the-world-passes-by.
I think this summer might be different.
Yesterday I held my sweaty (slightly bigger) baby in a romper and white floppy sun hat. I felt her bare thighs squish between my hands. I shared licks of a popsicle--which she soon took ownership of. I wiped sand out of her eyebrows and had to hold her back from walking all the way out into the ocean. I felt her exhausted body nestle heavy in my arms to rest after a long hot day, and it was perfect.
Summer is come. I am ready.
It was nice the way time stood still for a bit--in a way that was part really-hard-all-the-time and part soak-it-in-a-little-longer-while-the-world-passes-by.
I think this summer might be different.
Yesterday I held my sweaty (slightly bigger) baby in a romper and white floppy sun hat. I felt her bare thighs squish between my hands. I shared licks of a popsicle--which she soon took ownership of. I wiped sand out of her eyebrows and had to hold her back from walking all the way out into the ocean. I felt her exhausted body nestle heavy in my arms to rest after a long hot day, and it was perfect.
Summer is come. I am ready.
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