around the changes.
Sophie-girl is sleeping in a
big girl bed as of last Friday~
and I cried and cried as I put her to sleep.
She, of course, does not stay put,
but she also doesn't come out of her room,
and for now,
Baby boy is weaning himself
and I wonder if this is the last baby I will nurse.
I gaze into his big brown eyes
at how he has stolen my
very marrow and sinew.
In only a matter of days
he will be one.
And sooner than that,
and I'm just not ready.
I know he can't be baby boy much longer.
Leaves are falling,
as does the light earlier in the evening
and I hope I am ready for gray days ahead.
Last week Sophie-girl joked with me~
I mean really came up with a meant-to-be-funny response
and I thought:
this two year old truly has a sense of humor.
And so, as days change
and I struggle to catch up
and stretch my heart to reflect
the altering of time and matter~
I reach for that girl,
I snuggle that baby,
I hold the hand of the one I love~
and I settle in