You smell fresh like a meadow you stretch when you wake you smile so big like you can’t get enough joy out just experiencing life as pure joyous sensation all the magic in everything wind skin on skin the sound of velcro the trees
I’m sorry I wasn’t excited to meet you. I wish I could go back to that first meeting and just bask in it. No rush of love came. It came weeks later, with tears, and I wanted to go back, back to each moment, to the feel of you inside me, to the scans, to the flood of pink in the pregnancy test, and just do it all again, with elation instead.
But there are so many more moments and rainy mornings are the best, when there’s nothing else to do but look at you.