Nat

This is my Nat.
She makes my heart happy.
When she smiles it’s impossible not to smile with her because her happiness is so strong and undiluted. It’s contagious.
I love to watch her discover life and the sheer joy with which she embraces it. There is no fear or inhibition or apprehension.
A pinecone is a treasure. Watching your feet when you walk is fun. Climbing up and down the steps, walking backwards, and pushing lightweight furniture around the house is entertaining. And she has such zeal for everything she does!
She woke up crying in the night tonight. I wrapped her up in blanky and sat in the rocking chair with her snuggled against my chest, little arms and legs all curled in like a frog. Her hair was soft against my cheek and smelled like shampoo. We rocked for twenty minutes, her fast asleep and me feeling too content just holding her, listening to her breathe, to get up. Eventually I put her back to bed and snuck away.
I don’t think I fully knew what true love was until I had my Natalie.

10 pm

Lovely day. He held my hand, those big fingers closing over mine, and it left my heart feeling warm and happy and singing like a song bird.
And we shared sweet kisses until that lonely place was all filled up.

A few other highlights from this weekend:

-Morning walks with Nat. The air crisp as a new apple. The neighborhood lazy in its weekend state.
-The train that passes by at night. I can hear the cars swaying over the tracks, the whistle's long, drawn-out warning, and its bulk as it rushes by. Click. Click. Click. over the rails.
-My pumpkin pie.
-The lazy afternoon on his porch, watching the Ultralight take off from the tiny airport across the road, talking about everything and nothing.
- My bed. And the sleep that shall soon follow.

And today I made pie

Made from a real pumpkin and baked up with spices and sweetness that has left my kitchen smelling oh so good.



It has brought Autumn days into the house.