this is a moment

A head, downy as a baby mole’s underbelly, snuggles velvet under my chin. With each tiny puff of breath comes a mourning dove’s sigh: “Coo…coo…coo…coo.”  The breath would not pass a milk breathalyzer test. A hand snarls and grips in my hair. A gray canvas sky,  propped behind the row of houses across the street, waits for daubs of sunshine. A new neighbor launches a vicious hedge clippers attack on the shrubbery next door.  I feel the tug of two emails that have been awaiting replies for two days. I, with the weight of a 9 lb-and-growing baby on my end, win the tug of war and remain rooted for just a moment longer.


  1. jo said:

    And those roots will never let either one of you down.

    June 6, 2012
  2. Marge Smithson said:

    This is a keeper. Absolutely beautiful !!!!

    June 6, 2012
  3. Nancy Taylor said:

    Welcome! So glad to continue the journey with you. Love it.

    July 10, 2012

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