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Just pure, sober, childlike expression. Limbs abandoned to the sunlight and unbridled release.
The things we take with us on the journey, what we make room for-says a lot about where we are going.
But did I ever - not know. What being Mama would mean. What kind of stretch the word would require of my mind, body and soul. Like that watermelon laffy taffy…
The last weeks of pregnancy always feel surreal to me. Carrying every moment with a kind of fleeting savor.