Sunday, December 05, 2010
Our girls! They confound the wise...
That last shot... is our day in a still frame. Freeze it. Hit repeat. That's our day.
I was flustered at one point today... mess everywhere, everyone was hungry, I was wearing uncomfortable clothes and needed to change. I was holding Matilda on my hip. Her arm outstretched. The light fell into each groove of her plump arm. One crease at her bicep, one in the crook of her arm, one on her forearm. Her hand's knuckles had grooves of their own, tiny shadows resting inside.
I could have eaten that arm like a drumstick. I stopped and looked at it and marveled that I have had four of these miraculous babies.
And then I made lunch.