Life with two and all the memories come back. I remember this place of sweet baby sighs and milky whispers.
The washer loyally churning out fresh diapers and the kitchen being called upon to create comfort food after comfort food. Wee hours of the night looking at his face, always for the first time, and inhaling that perfect smell; unlike any other.
I startle in remembrance too: here is where my water broke, there is where I danced away a contraction. Of hospital and nurses, steady heartbeats pounding through each night...
did I really just go through all that?
is that phase of the journey truly over?
Tears come as I watch my uterus shrink to a place possibly never called upon again and I can't bear to think of the pregnancy clothes eventually leaving my drawers. Bear seems to have grown 6 inches while he was out of my sight.
We visit the midwives to present our newest son and they circle around us, celebrating courage and new life, singing of Hakuna Matata.
It is sad.
It is sweet.
It is these moments that fill my lucky, blessed days.