Do you remember that? Three years ago on another first day of spring, that boy came to us, fat and fine and was courteous enough to arrive between breakfast and lunch and no one even missed a meal. A perfect home birth, Lily and her sisters, her mama, her husband and the midwife. Jason actually caught Gibson under the guidance of Diana and this is what a family who has had a beautiful home birth looks like the next day.
Angel boy. Tiny old monkey man.
Now of course, he looks like this.
Lily's giving him a little party tonight and I'll be there. His Boppy will not be, sadly. Mr. Moon has already had a full day getting ready to go to Dog Island to take a vehicle over there with our partner which involves a landing craft and I don't even know what all. All the stuff you take to Dog Island which is everything: food, water, booze, your favorite pillow. Parts of appliances which have broken down, gas for the vehicle, spare everything you might need.
Well. I'll stay here and represent at the party and take care of the chickens and ducks who have already laid me four eggs and old Miss Mabel is on the nest and she may be laying an egg or she may be hiding from Mick "Spare Parts" Jagger. I do not know. The petals of the Bradford pear blooms are drifting down and the fog, which was dense this morning is clearing and the ducks are waddling about, heading now to the pond and Mick is escorting them.
The fog in my head is clearing too and I think I'll take a walk.
It's been a hard week for me but I think I feel better today and I'm mighty glad about that because it's a special day- a boy's third birthday, the first day of spring and I don't want to have to fight through the mess my mind has been in to get to a place of true gratefulness.
And maybe even enjoyment.
Happy birthday, Gibson! Happy Birth Day, Lily Mama! Happy Annual Rebirth Day, Planet Earth!
Let there be joy. Let us all feel it.