***Welcome, Maxwell Forest***
Our son has finally arrived! As many of you might have suspected given the long delay since my last post--he was born two weeks ago after a long, complicated labor. After some health hiccups I am happy to say that we are both home and turning the corner towards recovery. As a result, I'm learning the art of surrender very early on in motherhood and I'm also learning to slow down to a snail's pace (a very slow snail's pace) and let the days wane and wax as they will.
He is bewildering and magical and beautiful all at once. And we are exhausted and time has taken on a new meaning and, of course, sleep too. I keep seeing this image of a tiny mythical creature falling through the paper ceiling of my life and landing in my arms. Part human. Part animal. Part myth. Part fairytale. Like a satyr. Or a centaur. Or more like a tiny human with brown sparrow wings tucked against his perfect newborn back. He's other worldly, like he burst through this very fragile divide that separates worlds and now we are learning to occupy this human world together. I tell you, he's magic.
Time is suddenly irrelevant. So until soon, friends, until soon. And in the meantime... Welcome, Maxwell Forest, that bright light is the sun.