Siesta

Babies are soft. Anyone looking at them can see the tender, fragile skin and know it for the rose-leaf softness that invites a finger’s touch. But when you live with them and love them, you feel the softness going inward, the round-cheeked flesh wobbly as custard, the boneless splay of the tiny hands. Their joints are melted rubber, and even when you kiss them hard, in the passion of loving their existence, your lips sink down and seem never to find bone. Holding them against you, they melt and mold, as though they might at any moment flow back into your body. But from the very start, there is that small streak of steel within each child. That thing that says “I am,” and forms the core of personality.

Dragonfly In Amber, Diana Gabaldon

So begins a beautifully sweet afternoon with Noah, who turned 3 weeks old that day. It is such a wonderful experience watching newborns fall asleep, their pink little arms and toes dancing earnestly to the sun’s rays right before slumber (and how nothing in the world can wake them up once they’re there). Noah was such a good boy, crying only for his milk and a diaper change. And before we knew it, amidst all the adults fussing about him in one of the hottest days of the year, Noah sunk blissfully deep, deep, deep into dreamland.

Thank you Lynn, Jay, YayaLola and Arianne for teatime and a lovely siesta hour. ♥

 A first child is your own best foot forward, and how you do cheer those little feet as they strike out. You examine every turn of flesh for precocity, and crow it to the world.

The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver

Newborn babies can’t do much on their own –
They can’t eat or walk or talk on the phone –
But every parent is sure their creation is without a doubt a tremendous sensation.

Jennifer Davis

This is a place where grandmothers hold babies on their laps under the stars and whisper in their ears that the lights in the sky are holes in the floor of heaven.

Rick Bragg

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