Baby. Baby is gone.

December 15, 2012

Where did the minutes and days and years fly to? Happy Eleven, my sweet Hurricane D.

When you were born, you had colic for four months. It was deep mid-winter, and I felt like such a failure, trying to make you feel okay. You cried and cried for hours. But this song, when you heard it, made your body go soft and slack. For a few minutes, the world stopped spinning and it was just you and me, looking out of an icy window. We played this song, over and over, and I pressed you flush against my chest, dancing, looking for stars and moonlight.

 

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