Surreal

It’s been almost ten months of working towards this moment, one I sometimes thought might never come. Tomorrow, I gather our papers and head to the local notary. Next week, we apostille and then … with a kiss and a prayer, I send my legal documents off into the world. It will all be out of my hands then and I will wait … and I know the waiting will be swift, as time seems to travel so quickly these days.

Where does the time go? In one month, Emma will turn 7. When she hugs me, her body is strong, thick, all angles and hard muscle. Today we were play fighting on the floor and she pushed me over with not too much of a struggle, and I felt the body of a teenager to come. When did Emma come to inhabit this new body? Where did her little round face go, her curly hair that was gone with just one quarter inch trim during one salon visit when she was just four?

Eden is still so soft and mushy, and soon that too will go. How can you hold on to that? Best way I know is to be present to my moments, to take lots of photos and to write, write, write. I write to remember. I write to be remembered too.

Goodnight all!