Look at this little fool, would you?
She knew full well it was bed time and yet, the cheekiness!
If I told you she literally made my heart explode, of course, that would be a ridiculous thing to write because literal means really, actually happening, and exploding hearts normally disallow the typing of words on a blog….or any kind of living of any description. Exploding hearts are very bad, living-wise.
And yet, when she smiles at me, I feel it is real for me to tell you that something shatters and is rebuilt in that moment. I believe this is true.
Seven months is an insanity. I forgot to realise that she is no longer newborn.
There are so many feelings that come with time passing. The future is thrilling in its unknown promise. And yet, I worry I have not properly absorbed all that has gone before.
And then there is the notion that this baby is the last of her kind. Time will steal the fat from her bones and then, there will be no more dimpled elbows.
But I can't have this conversation with myself right now.
Right now, we still live in a time of elbow dimples and praise the sweet, mericful Lord for that.
She grows older. And though my heart aches a little, I understand that this is a blessing. She lives and breathes. And grows.
And I thank whoever runs this joint for that.