The baby slid into our lives one day earlier this month. I can’t recall exactly which particular day, but the day was particular for the sliding.
Doctors inspect, find all parts present and correct, a girl. Parents check: not simply present and correct, but perfect, their girl child.
Grandparents arrive, enter the dimmed room, quieting exultation. They sight the child, suppressing gasps of joy.
They behold, astonished by smallness, their newest beloved. Already, immediately beloved.
Lips a circlet of pink, the baby in stillness. Parents drained – but for now – electric with joy, unaware of their deepening sleep deficit, aware only of baby, baby, baby, miracle, fact, miracle.
What is this love that bursts into being? This finer, purer love, this love that seeks nothing of the child, this love that demands nothing beyond that she be? This love, this agape? The grandparents are certainly agape. At this child, this miracle, fact, miracle.
In the quiet and stillness, in this room, tenderness has her domain. This room contains a new human person who sleeps, whose lips flicker and semaphore mystically. She sleeps and she teaches love.
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Certainly nana goanna
Wonderful, happy news.
Thank you for writing, Hilary
I gaze at Sadie and I think all sorts of oldman thoughts
Sadie you have so much that we have lost
We have much that you do not yet have
Innocence is yours, you feed on honey dew warm from the flesh of your mother
We have fears, hopes, dreams
We have memories, rich harmonious vibrations of continuity, of connection
We have concepts of a futurity and a posterity that you bridge
We have eaten pasta
We have teeth, you have gums
Soon your teeth will outnumber ours, our gums will revert towards their primal state
We have words, poems, love songs and lies
You are incapable of untruth, deceit, indirection or calculation
You have much to teach us, my darling
Wonderful to read the happy news of Sadies’ arrival. Mazel Tov.
We never get over the freshness, the smallness, the preciousness of the newest of our flesh
Ahh sweet joy
Oh the unbelievable joy of it. We are so happy for you. Much love Bill and Faye
O’er the ocean flies a merry Faye
Soft her wings are as the clouds of day…
Lovely to hear from you Faye
When you the book that isabeau illustrated you will swoon with pride and delight