it looks like the sun is beginning to break through the curtain of rain we've had for several days now. the nearby pastures are verdant. i am looking forward to light and warmth, though the showers have been a blessing. now all things green can sprout and dance and stretch under the sun.
as our own sprout changes daily before our very eyes.
yesterday i finally managed to wash some of the beautiful hand knit garments my mother made for a newborn tashi. i am so pleased tristan will able to wear some of these lovelies in the cool air of early spring.
tristan's wakeful moments grow with each day. he is still a bit between worlds and we feel so lucky to occupy that space with him. he brings us surprise, laughter, momentary bouts of despair and great swells of calm. as the hawk swoops in and out of our trees, and the buck visits with his family in the evening, we see tristan's own primal strength rise through his vulnerable preterm days. we are awed by his strength, and the adjusting power of nature.