we are officially over the hill, more than halfway to a year.
it seems so old when put that way, so dramatic. lets call it something else...
something smaller, something less.
yesterday you started crawling. totally. blew. my. mind.
i knew it was coming, but still... this seems so soon, so sudden even.
suddenly one day you were up; hands, knees,
backwards and finally, forward motion.
such a short short time ago you were so impossibly small.
your tiny world filled up with me.
now that world is movement and motion; buttercups, building blocks and green beans.
and though we will revolve around each other endlessly,
i already feel a lengthening. i prepare myself as i watch you crawl away.
it startles me, this headlong rush of yours.
how quickly your babyhood is seeming to fly. how fleeting this is.
so i try to remember these things;
how your hair looks so blond in the light, the way a wooden block looks in your small hand,
your toothless smile, the way you light up when i come back to you.
all these things. these little things.
my wild little love.