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Thursday, November 5, 2009

Shuffles Evermore

She is all blessing, all the more so for how often I forget and remember anew.
Wrinkles over a nose that carries me back, reflections of ages I remember. Echoes of me, but better.
Her eyes defy description, wide and luminous one moment, sly and bottomless the next.
Her mouth a riddle, little dimples on either side and lips that purse and pucker, grin and scowl.
The sounds of her voice cast a robust shadow from throaty to thunderous and the feel of her skin on mine sends whispers to core. Whether nursing or scrapping, her touch resurrects the oneness of pregnancy, toes fluttering to hands over my belly, new beginnings and love-at-first-sight.

I don't know if this is the gift of being the last one, or if it is her. My Finley.

Tonight I sat on the floor after changing her diaper, her sisters were scampering about as Fin walked slowly toward the hall. Her pjs, a striped footy number that Briar picked out, was a little big, the legs bunching at her ankles and the sleeves hanging a bit too far. Her steps were a shuffles, little butt waggling, to keep up or push forward, it was hard to tell. Her pig tails were crooked, curls flipping this way and that. I watched her little hands stretch wide as she considered her next step.

This will be over so fast. No more footed pjs, no more pig tails or diapers. The certainty of it pulled at me and then she shuffled a step. And then another, and another. Still once again, I watched her, then she turned and smiled at me. She held my gaze for quite some time and then nodded.

Those shuffles, little outstretched fingers and crooked ringlets slipped inside, carrying the creak of a floorboard and shine of the hallway light. They're with me. Evermore.




Blogger slouchy said...

oh sniff.


November 5, 2009 7:31:00 PM PST

Blogger Myshka said...

thank god you see the magic in these little moments. it's what makes you such an amazing woman and mother. ooooh, just want to hug you tightly right now.

November 6, 2009 4:03:00 AM PST

Blogger JenK said...

Beautiful and so very true. It just slips away so fast. It's a good thing that you can hold on and appreciate those moments when they are here.

November 6, 2009 10:50:00 AM PST

Blogger Heather said...

Sob! I understand.

November 6, 2009 8:35:00 PM PST

Blogger ALI said...

This was so sweet! Had to come find you, I to am trying to figure out how to hold onto these little moments that are gone before you see them going. beautifully written.

November 9, 2009 8:21:00 AM PST

Blogger Sam and Harper said...

So beautiful... and so true.

November 13, 2009 4:18:00 AM PST

Blogger Colleen said...

oh my. where are my tissues?

November 13, 2009 10:13:00 AM PST


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