Bryn Haakon










Our baby is over 5 months old and tonight, for the first time, I found myself floating through the pictures we took of our earliest moments with him.  Euphoric exhaustion and the weary glow of it all.     Bryn is our first winter baby and as I recall his birth, there sure is something special about the quiet stillness of that night.  I remember the tender trepidation of Zoey entering our room to meet him and the simple glee of Jude bounding around our bed.  The gift of watching fireworks through his nursery window lighting up a hushed and frigid sky.  As I've found my footing mothering 3 it has felt like a water colour of light and darkness and the wintery shadows were particularly long and bleak.  Deep joy coupled with a deep heaviness.

***to be continued***

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