Wednesday, January 23, 2013

This is How




It began to rain the morning after that long night. Rain in the daytime, something I didn’t see much in southern California. I was homesick for it. 
There was an atrium in the middle of the ward. You and I walked around it a long time, watching the sky. Listening to the drops fall from leaf to leaf. I leaned on a handrail when the pains came. 
One after another the other babies appeared until there was just one name left on the board at the nurses' station. Mine. Your father went to check on your sister, then to pick my mother up from the airport. In between he held my hand, letting go only when I grabbed that handrail.
 You were born late in the afternoon. You answered a question I’d been asking myself for months. How will I ever love this one as much as I love the first one? 
This is how. Like this. Just like this. Here you are. Just as much. Always have, always will.  
Happy Birthday
   

Becomes a happy mother three times

                        
                          Thanks for coming. Come again soon.


                               Leann