Since Ives, life is sweeter. And life was sweet before. He is the cream of our hearts. The sweetness, I think, is partly in the ceremony of it all. Before Ives, we had our small rituals and chores. But everything has become more ritualistic. Waking, rising, eating, washing, dressing, cleaning, sleeping, walking: all of these things involve more steps. I have gotten to know my hands and arms better, as they are now used in more ways. It feels like working hard, but also like meditation - to establish the steps and repetitively take them, sometimes leaving my mind behind. It feels healthful. It is therapeutic and physical and tiring and it keeps getting better.
I ask Ives every morning of his dreams, but every morning I am left guessing. When he can tell me his dreams, if he wants to, I think my world will grow twice the size. We are taking him, tomorrow, on a small trip south. Back to another place that feels like home. To introduce him to the sea.
// 2nd photo: Ives at 7.5 weeks.
// 6th photo: by Christie.