Oak turned eight years outdated this previous Friday. I’m undecided the way it all has passed by so quick. I do know everybody says that. I do know I say a lot of the identical practically yearly. However this 12 months, feels exceptionally totally different. Weighted. Complicated. Stunning.
This winter and spring after I thought I wanted time alone, it was Oak’s insistence that I create a new-found intimacy with my rising kids, that lifted me up. The best way (at the very least for now), he says my mattress is essentially the most snug place on the planet, and my hugs are the warmest from anybody, ever. It’s O (and River too) whose start months, days, and hours floor me. Not simply as a marker of time passing, however of what I’m doing on this world. Though it isn’t all of which or what I’m doing, it’s, by far, the place the place I wish to steer my ship to, indefinitely.
There’s a lot I can share about this child, life, and this new 12 months. However for now I’ll depart off with this video from practically eight years in the past, enjoying a document in our outdated sunken lounge, reminding my boy that his title informed a narrative.
Thanks as all the time for being right here, and watching (largely on-line) my infants develop.
