Epicenter
Standing behind her high chair I twist the top square of Phoebe's medium
blond hair through an elastic while she is momentarily distracted by
licking peanut butter off apple slices. I have about 4 seconds to secure
this elastic before it becomes a wrestling match. She is
serenading our little threesome with a new song the world has never
heard and may never hear again. I'm in love with her nonsensical babble.
The southern sun is pouring through my kitchen windows warmly as it
does everyday during lunchtime. Julian is perched in his hand-me-down pink bumbo seat on
our kitchen table watching intently and cooing at us while chewing on
his bib, which is soaked clear through with his own spit up. In fact, a pool
of spit up has begun flooding the table below his feet. It's
disgusting, actually. He is so handsome. He catches me looking at him and jerks his hands
excitedly up to his face squealing in delight. This is it. The epicenter
of my day. The moment where my heart raps against my ribcage because
the love I have for these two babies is so powerful, so genuine it takes
me out for a brief second. It's the moment that makes the difficult
hours preceding and the difficult hours ahead not only bearable but
absolutely worth it.
1 comment:
Beautiful and real. Love this post !
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