She arrives as the daffodils are waning in the garden. My days, so full for so long, narrow down to her few priorities.... eat and sleep.
I recover as she recovers, as the lilacs and columbine bloom.
Usually in the summer I ramble across the countryside, exploring new roads, stretching my territory as far as I can. This year I take little walks around my own gardens with my small people, to watch the herbs and the flowers and the weeds growing.
There will be other years to pull the weeds, to do things great and small. For this year, the slow pace of baby days holds its own charm and inspiration.