The morning of our daughter's second birthday started out with a game of hide and seek. What that looked like - the special birthday version - was her running straight from her bed to the bathroom yelling "hide and seek," followed by a slam of the door and a lock of the door. An hour later she was giddily admiring the firetruck and hanging out with the firemen that came to help us figure out how to free her. Obviously, we weren't as prepared as we should have been. We are now...well, for this particular scenario anyway.
These past two years have been so many things, but most of all, they have been uplifting. It's hard to think of one word that fits better. She has made our lives so much more full and exhilarating (firetruck and all) than we could have ever imagined. I wrote the following poem a few months before she was born. Nea and I were pouring over with love, excitement and anxiety; we were eager and momentary. We were on the edge of something, but neither had any idea what exactly that was. When the two of us read this poem again on that first night our daughter went to bed as a two-year-old, we both agreed that we still feel the exact same way. Life is remarkable.
Awaiting Your Birth
powerful like words
whispering and pulsing
loving and logical.
little fingers flailing and falling
from the edge of Earth
and into every aching and anxious
piece of us, you.
Little legs, little toes
dancing and directing energy
beyond the place where warmth has long turned
to chaos and quiet.
Little eyes examining
your little room of biology and millennia; nature
making you magic, humanity, humor.
Little one of a mighty Mother
little one of a moonstruck Father
little to do, but teach you and shape you, and dream you
and speak you
and to know that deep in your little lightning heart
you will find ours, too.
Sometime, when I feel as though I can properly do it justice, I want to write my perspective of our birth story. My wife will forever be a goddess in my eyes. She is an amazing woman who brought into this world a miraculous little girl that will surely grow to be an amazing woman as well. One day we'll probably both write about the it, but honestly, I still don't think I have the words. I'm a very fortunate man.
Looking forward to another beautiful year,