She came sooner than I’d allowed myself to expect, and so quickly… but so perfectly.
I’d persisted in leaving a few special things on my list undone, undecided… or at least continuously in a state of not-quite-finished.
It was the natural consequence of a sensible slowing-down perhaps, of a stubborn state of unhurry that allowed life to pass in lingering pictures, vivid in their stillness, heady with promise and never quite relinquished.
Unfinishing made bankable nostalgia out of waiting.
I was readily unready,
and as it happens, things were completely incomplete when she arrived…
but isn’t that so with all things? a state of affairs that leaves room for life to happen in all its persisting, beautiful, evolving in/completeness?
baby kimono: sleeves still to be finished… (see below)
changing mat cover: webbing edge
second baby sling: edge stitching
baby: beautifully in/complete and growing nicely