24.1.14

Baby Boy


I had the inkling of a feeling for the past couple months that you were a boy, but who's to say so early on? We opened the envelope at Stella while sitting at the bar over steak au poivre and spent the rest of the evening laughing over names and all the wondrous adventures to come. 

3/52


As I slept on my side last night, you nestled down low under my ribs. Before your papa left in the darkness of the early morning, I placed his hand on you so he could feel your presence like a mini boule of dough I had stashed inside me.

Joining in with Jodi's 52 project.

12.1.14

Prints in Progress

 







2/52


Sunday morning we lay in bed and while papa runs out to get the NY Times and coffee, you draw circles on my belly. The sunlight streams in through the curtains as we read and I hop up so as to capture this moment.

Joining in with Jodi's 52 project.

8.1.14

1/52


A peach, a mere 19 weeks young, grows inside this belly. This week, we felt the trace of your movements, subtle and quick like a stone skipping across water. I place your papa's hand low and wide and he feels you patter beneath the surface of my skin.

Joining in with Jodi's 52 project

Salt Rose and Topaz

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.


I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.


I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
I love you because I know no other way


than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.  

-Pablo Neruda