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this is a moment

June 6, 2012

A head, downy as a baby mole’s underbelly, snuggles velvet under my chin. With each tiny puff of breath comes a mourning dove’s sigh: “Coo…coo…coo…coo.”  The breath would not pass a milk breathalyzer test. A hand snarls and grips in my hair. A gray canvas sky,  propped behind the row of houses across the street, waits for daubs of sunshine. A new neighbor launches a vicious hedge clippers attack on the shrubbery next door.  I feel the tug of two emails that have been awaiting replies for two days. I, with the weight of a 9 lb-and-growing baby on my end, win the tug of war and remain rooted for just a moment longer.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. June 6, 2012 9:11 am

    And those roots will never let either one of you down.

  2. June 6, 2012 10:31 am

    Your baby is so precious! Spend every moment with her.

  3. Marge Smithson permalink
    June 6, 2012 10:54 am

    This is a keeper. Absolutely beautiful !!!!

  4. June 6, 2012 9:53 pm

    pure love!

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