When you meet, and hold love
in your arms, regardless of all,
the unknown will dance away from you
toward the horizon of light.
Our names will flutter
on these hills like little fires.
in your arms, regardless of all,
the unknown will dance away from you
toward the horizon of light.
Our names will flutter
on these hills like little fires.
-Wendell Berry (from the poem Our Children, Coming of Age)
Wren came out of a week-long flu with all manner of new energy and curiosity and verbosity. How fun to see the world unfold before her. And how very exhausting! Over and over I am awed by how quick and bright these little people are.
Even her sleep patterns have changed (as in she doesn't want to do it). But let's be real. That resting business impedes on the fun stuff.
Wren and Luke have matching hair. I'm feeling just a bit left out. |
My dad and Wren demonstrate a shared love for Elmo. |
But unlike her, we still find sleep very enjoyable. We're hoping she comes to her senses again sometime very soon!
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