I think May first acquired a new significance for me after Sol was born. He was due today. I was so, so ready for him to come today. I hiked the heck out of the mountain today. Took in the open smiles of the arrowleaf balsamroot. Hoofed and pushed and pulled my feet up that trail. To no avail.
I've felt scattered and unsettled today. The weather is all over the place. I'm all over the place. Wondering what to do for Solomon's birthday. Do we keep the party we planned with the rain and all or just bag it, reschedule, plan for a day when there's sunshine? But I'm such a sentimental puppy, all about the actual Day Of. It's all silly right now. It will happen the way it's supposed to happen. I so don't ever say that kind of thing. I probably should.
We had a hunker down, home sort of weekend. The kids are so into one another right now. So into me. So into Jeff.
I want you to do that to me! It's my turn to do that! Soli, it's my turn, get out of the way. MOM! He's not getting out of the way.
Ah, the precocious older child.
But before I try to take it down a notch in the bath, here's what I need to say about Solomon. The little guy that I love to remind is almost a birthday boy. He's soulful. He's honest. He's hysterical. He's physical. He's strong. He's a lover. He's an explorer. He's a goofball. He's a snuggler. He's still my baby. But he's really a boy.