The months seem to be flying by on the calendar, and here we are in May. It's great to get out and enjoy the good weather. Morgan went swimming for the first time yesterday. We started off in the big pool which is cooler, then went into the warm pool. She liked it for a little while, but she didn't LOVE it, and after 15 minutes we were out of there.
This isn't a good shot, but I had to take a picture of Morgan in her Bjorn. She hated it for the longest time, but persistence won out, and now she likes it.
Extreme close-up.
We pulled a pop-in on Suzanne, Wayne and Eric in their beautiful new house the other day. It was great to see Suzanne one last time before she heads back to work.
I went to my book club meeting last night to discuss The Birth House by Ami McKay. Here is an excerpt that we discussed that I thought was worth sharing, especially with Mother's Day coming up: "It's a disgusting mess we come through to be born, the sticky-wet of blood and afterbirth, mother wailing, child crying... the helpless soft spot at the top of its head pulsing, waiting to be kissed. Our parents and teachers say it's a miracle, but it's not. It's going to happen no matter what, there's no choice in the matter. To my mind, a miracle is something that could go one way or another. The fact that something happens, when by all rights it shouldn't, is what makes us take notice, it's what saints are made of, it takes the breath away. How a mother comes to love her child, her caring at all for this thing that's made her heavy, lopsided and slow, this thing that made her wish she were dead... that's the miracle."