Saturday, January 15, 2011

happy

There was once a long and weary winter.
Its spell was broken by the early arrival of my second daughter,
and with her came a fresh, delightful joy;
An infant, dark eyed and mysteriously familiar;
A wee babe, tender and sweet lipped;
A baby sister, basking in all the love of a toddler's heart.
"Isn't she beautiful," the attending doctor had murmured reverently.
"Ohhhhh," my brother had cooed. "Oh, she looks just like you did, the first time I saw you."
Heaviness fled away.
Winter was fresh and bright.
Happy New Year.
Happy Birthday.
Happy.

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