as our own sprout changes daily before our very eyes.
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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.
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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.
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2 comments:
I love the way you describe the peacefully dreaminess of your home. What a wonderful time that you are having. I love that new to the world stage.
Its so wonderful to get a glimpse into that world and remember. I am so happy for you and your family.
oh, what wonderful handknits from your Ma....!
Oh he's so tiny sitting in his Papa's lap! Such a combo of vitality and fragility!
I just want to hold him and smell his perfect head!
With warmth,
Patrice
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