Friday, March 2, 2007
On this day, eight years ago, I traversed the cosmos, travelled light years, and arrived across the threshhold as a new creature: a mother. I remember vividly my midwife, in the dark, saying, "Now you are between the worlds" as I found myself in the most altered state of consciousness I had ever been in. I remember my John saying that he had climbed Denali, but that it was nothing compared to what I had just done.
Happy birth-day, my sweet child. Eight more and you will be able to drive me to school.