This day, which was a Monday, starts out fairly normal with the drip of the coffee maker, and a late awakening out of bed. I work constantly around the house, and the muted, mumbling voice of Judge Greg Mathis serves as the background loop to mine and Sofia's day. The AC whirs loudly, but doesn't seem to be making any progress in cooling the apartment, so me and my baby just wait patiently for Erick to get home from his job. This is also the point in which I begin to dislike air conditioners.
The work-day finally ends, and Erick comes home. We both exchange a simple hug and hello and continue about our business through the ebb and flow of our two separate, busy lives-- each of us tending to the baby or homework, dishes or making dinner. Quietly, we move about to complete our nightly tasks until, at the very end of our exhausting day, we are interrupted by the infamous 'diaper explosion' with subsequent 'poopy neck'.
Of course.
Bubbles are filled in the kitchen sink, and Sofia's Puj tub is ready and waiting for her with its open, styrofoam arms. We gently scrub away the (impossible) upward poop and everyone is ready for bed. With a warm blanket and a tight swaddle, we place our tired baby in the bassinet beside our bed. She is never too far, and I somehow am able to convince myself that if I squint my eyes really tight I can actually see through the basket weave and watch her tiny chest rise and fall. It's my peace of mind.
The rest of the family always falls asleep before I do.
I'm pretty sure this ^^ is another "coming of womanhood", like a lioness watching her den. As my people are finally tucked away comfortably and near with my habitat's surroundings deemed safe, I now relax and turn my thoughts inward. I start my nightly thoughts/thank yous to God, but this time, I pause. I look around at my family. I look at how we're nestled close and decide that this moment I'm experiencing speaks louder than the blessings I would count. I tell God in a matter-of-fact way that tonight, well, he can just 'take an aerial shot' of this one. This is what I'm thankful for. And I tell God I've realized something incredible.
I lay with Erick's head on my chest and quietly hear three, distinct breaths all in sync with the same inhale... exhale... inhale... exhale... It is this moment that I finally see this tiny, invisible twine that pierces straight through our chests. Its glow is subtle, yet electric. The twine buzzes gently like neon, but with a passionate heat. And if you listen even closer, you are grounded in the complete serenity of contrasting silence.
Our heartstrings.
They pulse through all of us and hold us together. For now, and for whatever else the world has planned.
The work-day finally ends, and Erick comes home. We both exchange a simple hug and hello and continue about our business through the ebb and flow of our two separate, busy lives-- each of us tending to the baby or homework, dishes or making dinner. Quietly, we move about to complete our nightly tasks until, at the very end of our exhausting day, we are interrupted by the infamous 'diaper explosion' with subsequent 'poopy neck'.
Of course.
Bubbles are filled in the kitchen sink, and Sofia's Puj tub is ready and waiting for her with its open, styrofoam arms. We gently scrub away the (impossible) upward poop and everyone is ready for bed. With a warm blanket and a tight swaddle, we place our tired baby in the bassinet beside our bed. She is never too far, and I somehow am able to convince myself that if I squint my eyes really tight I can actually see through the basket weave and watch her tiny chest rise and fall. It's my peace of mind.
The rest of the family always falls asleep before I do.
I'm pretty sure this ^^ is another "coming of womanhood", like a lioness watching her den. As my people are finally tucked away comfortably and near with my habitat's surroundings deemed safe, I now relax and turn my thoughts inward. I start my nightly thoughts/thank yous to God, but this time, I pause. I look around at my family. I look at how we're nestled close and decide that this moment I'm experiencing speaks louder than the blessings I would count. I tell God in a matter-of-fact way that tonight, well, he can just 'take an aerial shot' of this one. This is what I'm thankful for. And I tell God I've realized something incredible.
I lay with Erick's head on my chest and quietly hear three, distinct breaths all in sync with the same inhale... exhale... inhale... exhale... It is this moment that I finally see this tiny, invisible twine that pierces straight through our chests. Its glow is subtle, yet electric. The twine buzzes gently like neon, but with a passionate heat. And if you listen even closer, you are grounded in the complete serenity of contrasting silence.
Our heartstrings.
They pulse through all of us and hold us together. For now, and for whatever else the world has planned.
well that made me cry.
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