08/05/2025
(Old memories of my precious daughter) Vida mi Vida. Up until the day before you were born I had yet to wrap my brain around the idea that you were a whole person waiting to begin YOUR very own life in the outside world. I was preoccupied with your brother and with getting my real estate license; and for those 10 months inside me you mostly felt like an afterthought, as opposed to someone I was expecting. I was in the bath when it dawned on me that I was wildly eager to know you. I wept and apologized to your sweet little soul. The next morning I went to a matinee of Little Women with my Mom, still wholly unawares that I was carrying a little woman myself. That night you made your move, with a speed and confidence that I now recognize as very particular to you. Yours was, honestly, the labor and delivery that dreams are made of.
Six weeks after you were born, lockdown began. Needless to say, you and I spent some real time together this year, girl. You have the heart of an explorer, the strength of a horse, and the joy of a puppy wrapped up in a teeny tiny powerhouse package. You are our crazy-haired rooster, and our sticky-fingered octopus. You are on the move in ways your brother never was. I expect that as soon as you begin to walk, he will be desperate to keep up with you.
I don’t find myself looking backwards with you, Vida. Yours is not a nostalgic spirit, from what I can tell. With you, everything is forward, and I am constantly excited for what the next day will bring. To get this front row seat to watching you become, unfurling before my eyes, layering on new things, is such a pure joy I could never have imagined. Let’s go baby girl. Andalé arriba!❤️