Welcome, Violet

June, 12, 2011

Even though she’s been here for 2 months already, this is one of the rare times when the house is quiet, and I don’t feel like crawling straight back into bed.  These past few months have been hard–a particularly difficult pregnancy followed by a life-threatening delivery.  It will likely be a full year from the time the two lines appeared in the window of the EPT  that I begin to feel completely like myself again.  I found myself wishing in those first weeks home for time to pass quickly, to get to the “good stuff” of the walking and talking.  But in the immortal words of  that sage Doc Holiday (from the movie Tombstone), “There is no normal life, there’s just life;”  and so I learn again to quit waiting for “things to settle down” or “next summer when it will be more peaceful”.  The best moment is this moment, right here.  That moment is in the wee hours of the morning, as the baby girl’s frantic cry for hunger turns to the contented coos of satiated happiness.  That moment is in the morning sunlight streaming through the window onto her sweet “glad to see you” smile.  It is in Owen’s gentleness with this tiny person who changed his entire world.

And so, Miss Violet, I welcome you into our crazy life.  My precious, humbly beautiful flower.  You remind me that “days made of now” are sublime, like the summer blossoms themselves.  My promise to you, dear one, is that I will savor them, savor you–you now, and you-to-be when we get there.

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