Thursday, August 20, 2009

My Very Own Little Jackie Paper

Following a night and day at a birthing (stay tuned for a story; I'm still processing the beauty of it all), I came home, basking in yet another birth hangover. I made myself a cozy nest on the couch to savor the afterglow. Thinking about all of the amazing things that I had experienced in the past 24 hours, beginning with my crescent moon and sparkling Venus, well, I was seriously blown away. . . Baby Jack found his way to my nest. He shared the bliss of the babymoon with me. Somewhere during my singing to him, Puff the Magic Dragon, we crashed.

Puff, the magic dragon LIVES, present tense, by the sea. . . Peter Yarrow told us that himself! Remember that, Sinny?

fm db


lovely lindsay said...

oh, jack. jackie paper. you've always wanted one of those. =)
love, you - feeeef.
just added peter,paul & mary to my concert bucket list. please, mary.
love, lindsay

Sarah said...

Can't wait to hear the story. So glad you are posting so often on your blog. I love hearing from you!- Sarah

Pres8Jes said...

awe, he loves his grammy, glad he's gettin to know you...things are different this time around with my child and grammy not living upstairs. we love and thank you for all you do.

diane said...

Love you.