Counting Miracles

Making soup and bread is rising but I am feeling the agitato. I'll get over it. I dumped out so much stuff today. A gallon of turkey broth probably. So what? I am not crowding my freezer with Goodwill Tupperware inadequately labeled "turkey broth, '11." I should but I am not. Also I threw out the gravy which was pretty good. I don't need any more gravy.

So turkey and celery and onions and the broth and carrots and half a big thing of "fresh" salsa and garlic, garlic, garlic. I'll add rice, brown and wild. It'll be good, especially when I add lime juice and cilantro and chop an avocado and maybe some fresh tomato into it before we eat it.
I'm hungry.

I really don't have much on my mind, just is it really going to freeze this week? and should I get my hair trimmed before I go to Cozumel? Simple, normal things.

It's a relief.

Tomorrow Owen's coming at eight. I forgot Lily's midwife appointment this morning. I forget everything. Lily called me after the midwife left and said it was okay, the midwife had been really early. All is well. Her blood pressure is behaving. Owen listened to the baby's heartbeat and kissed his mama. All is unfolding as our hearts are too, even as we are not quite aware of it as we wait for this baby.
Isn't it amazing, the way babies just grow inside of their mamas and we have no idea the multitude of exploding miracles happening in there? On the outside, the mother looks beautiful and glowing or tired and weary but really- besides that expanding belly, there is so little sign of what is going on inside of her dark ruby womb. I think that is one of the reasons I dislike the practice of women getting so many sonograms during pregnancy these days. I keep thinking that it's somehow all part of the miracle not to actually "see" what is so naturally hidden away.
Perhaps that is ridiculous but honestly- I don't think that the studies can prove at this point that all of this pre-birth-baby viewing is doing much in the way of creating better outcomes for babies. In fact, I believe it probably is doing the reverse.

Well. It will be nice if we don't see the face of this child until it is born. He or she will be beautiful like Owen is, no matter where the genes land this time. Of that I am sure. To have the features, the form, the sex of the child revealed at that perfect moment of birth seems like all part of the plan of everyone's falling in love with each other all over again and in the newness of that freshborn baby.

Lily and Jason and Owen are going to Asheville tomorrow night to go visit Jessie. I am so glad of that. When I asked Owen about it, he said, "Whoo-hoo!" and stuck his arms up into the air. He loves Jessie so. And it will be so good for Lily to be loved on by her little sister.
Since the theme here today at blessourhearts seems to be miracles, let me just say that the way my kids get along with each other, truly love to be with each other- well, that's a miracle to me. A damn joyous one, too.

That's enough of the miracle talk. I could go on for days, as you well know, and sometimes do.
But if you want to tell me about any miracles you've encountered, small to large, prosaic to astounding, I would love to hear about them.

Yours truly...Ms. Moon