My Sun

You are the light of our lives: this morning I was reminded of that fact

in such a beautiful way.

Everyone in Minneapolis was charmed by you, Orion:

your smiles are infectious, your laughter and coos just as much so

and your evening fuss has become adorable and nuanced:

you have a language for your complaints just as you do for your joys.

When you are hungry and no boob is forthcoming you say, "Iiing Iiing Iiing" in a very conversational way, trilling up and down the range of your new voice

showing your gums

until you're fed.

I liken you to a grumpy old man at a town hall meeting, complaining about the stop sign on Grant;

"And another thing!!...." 

until you fall asleep in your soup at Denny's.

I kiss your forehead right where your temple makes an indent. 

It gives as only young skin can,

 like spongecake under my lips.

Two flights under your belt now and you are a champion

mostly sleepy from the white noise of the plane's engine, ears unbothered by the rise and descent

eating and napping in my arms

getting diaper changes 31,000 feet above the earth, all smiles while we sweat

with the fearful trembling of the New Parent...

Tiny Tatey, we love you beyond love:

thank you for choosing us

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xoxo,

Mama the happy Nomulan Milk Slave