Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Attached.


It doesn't matter who calls me. Or comes over. Or emails me. Or meets with me. I always go home to this thing. This little piece of flesh that drinks a bottle of whole milk in the groggy morning light. The girl whom I do not know how to separate myself from.

Today she sat on my lap after her breakfast and I massaged her ankles and feet as we watched the rain fall against the window. Ruby puttered around down the hall. There's an atmosphere here in our house. It's a racing, busy feeling that has moments of soft, slow realizations and you can't have one without the other.

There's space between us all tonight, as they lay in their beds. But really, truly, we're all one big pot of soup.

10 comments:

Sharry said...

Poetry. Love it. I can't wait to get a piece of her :)

-Caitlin

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Laura said...

that has got to be one of the cutest pics I've ever seen! Love it!

Sharry said...

i love this in-her-own-world view of her little life...

LeDoux said...

I love your writing. Sarie, I really think you should put together a book of images and writing. You write really beautifully and take beautiful pictures. I love reading and looking at your blog, i'm sure it could translate into a book?
just a thought.
xoxo

Lindsey said...

precious.

Jessie said...

hisarah

cowgurs said...

so cute!

Celeste said...

so sweet

jakenapril said...

love it. i'm just wishing my little guy would take a bottle! a girl can dream, can't she?