Monday, July 23

the ebb and flow has started for forever

3.5 weeks

3.5 weeks


There are so many ideas floating around, churning and clarifying in my mind as I lie nursing or walk with Cedar, and I manage to toss a few of them in my journal or scribble a few lines on a postcard to keep in touch with friends ~ with writing ~ but mainly when I put the babe down, I want to get physical. I weed. I clean the kitchen. I cook. I revel in the freedom of motion, of not being needed while he dreams and smiles. Every day he gets bigger and changes. He seems so much older already, and I know how fast this time goes, how this whole year will go, and I just go with it, cause it'll never come back.






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Cedar's birth story is up ~ read it here.