Why does this go so impossibly fast?
In the midst of those early weeks, in painful early mornings, I was somehow afraid of this tiny baby, and only looked forward to longer stretches of sleep, plump thighs, open eyes, smiles and burbling coos. Getting into some kind of rhythm. But now of course I am already heart-achingly nostalgic for that wide and raw and delirious landscape that I can never visit again. Sweet newborn, what a convoluted blessing!
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