We started out the day yesterday by going to Jessie's midwife appointment. I loved the North Carolina midwife. She looked exactly like you'd think a midwife should look and was sweet and funny and curious and patient. August knew what we were there for and sat so seriously in his daddy's lap.
"Beep," he said.
And after awhile it was time to hear the beep and the midwife let him help and we all heard the good strong heartbeat of his little brother.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
And then we heard August's heartbeeps and then Daddy's which was slow and so loud.
It all made me cry, of course.
Then back in the car and up another mountain to the river where we swam last year.
Another dream, another picnic, another perfect sunny day in the mountains of North Carolina with this little family and I smiled and smiled. It was exactly what I wanted to do.
The view from our picnic spot.
August with the cheese doodles and his water. He has everything he needs.
The boy on the river with his daddy.
I just stood in the water for awhile, the water rushing past me, around me, almost through me in its current, my feet on the rocky bed, my eyes on peaceful glory.
And I never want to forget the way August can trot up and down the mountain trails on his sturdy little golden legs. He dances more than walks and he is beautiful in all regards.