This Tuesday I will fly to New York City and accept an award from BlogHer as a Voices of the Year, 2015. I’ll get to meet lots of other bloggers and enjoy a few days in a great city. From there I’ll spend a few days with family and friends, and a few ghosts. And then, then…. the icing on the sweetest cake possible: I fly to Israel to become a grammy. My little girl will have her first baby, and I can think of little else. When I saw this photo, I knew just where I’d go. As always, honest, constructive feedback is welcome.
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On The Day You Were Born
As I wipe her forehead, and stroke her sweaty hair, I remember the moment I first held my daughter. Her mop of dark hair was shocking, and gorgeous; her tiny face– the most amazing thing I’d ever seen.
I watch my baby breathe and push, breathe and push, preparing to meet her own child, and my heart swells and bursts–– sending glittery joy all around.
Sweet baby: come toward the light. Join this circle of love. There’s a spot right here in the middle, with your name on it. I can’t wait to hold you close. Come toward the light.
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