On Thursday she turns one; an entire journey around the sun. I can see that time in the length of her limbs and hear it in the words that she speaks. But because I am her mother I will always wonder why it was so fleeting.
The light is the same as it was last year but now I carry her on my hip as I reminisce about my belly. I’m so thankful for the friend who visited that morning and captured us as we wandered in and out of days; patiently waiting for Poet to come.