Birth Days.

As with all things now that I’m preg {I really hope you’re not getting tired of me saying that}, I am seeing anew. One of the many gifts Baby FOH has brought me.

Nothing is as it was previously to me. I do mean nothing. I can’t even eat a damn kiwi without it taking on a new meaning. Kiwi, People! For real.

Tonight as I was cutting one in half, I thought, what foods is FOH going to love? I wonder how this must first taste to a baby?

Birthdays especially have given me a completely new insight. I see it for the rare, divine specialness that it is. Our big moment of starting thisĀ  life journey. Coming back for the candy and that good human touch.

I’m feeling particularly nostalgic and emotional {imagine that after yesterday’s crying fest!} today, my grandmother’s birthday.

I really miss her. I feel her presence surrounding me everyday. I know she hovers close by. But damn if the non-physical doesn’t cut it at times. I want more.

Probably what I miss the most, is how loved she always made me feel. She taught me a lot about how to love and how the best kind of love to give is the kind where someone never doubts it. That’s a talent, you know. To love like that.

That’s the kind of love I’m working on giving. The no conditions kind.

Today I’m celebrating and honoring the phenomenal woman and human being she was. I’m sitting with my candles. I’ll close the laptop in a few minutes, airplane mode the phone and it will be just us.

FOH and I. Giving our thanks. And love, too.

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