Look at the nymph that graces my couch! Ohhhh am I ever lucky! She's better than blueberry pie, with the light that falls into the folds of her skin in the evening. I can't stop looking, waiting for her to suddenly vanish as if she's too beautiful to hold her place in the world. But she doesn't vanish. In fact, I wake up with her next to me in the night and it's so cozy I forget that I'm a mother of more than just her squishiness. She's all there is right now. And I am not motivated for that to change very quickly.