Hey little bird,
Today you are two months old. This has been a delicate time of many changes and challenges and I’ve been struggling with a lot of feelings I didn’t think I would since you arrived. While we spend most of our days together in some ways this has been a very lonely journey for me. You demand every moment of my day and every part of my mind, body and spirit. While I feel blessed to be able to give you what you need, it can feel overwhelming to be so needed. They say the days are long, but the years are short so I try to enjoy you each day the best way I can. You touched down like a tornado and have forced me to take a hard look at myself. I don’t like it, but I’m grateful to you for it. You’ve been talking a lot lately. Especially during the early mornings. I think you’re starting to recognize your dad and me in a way that makes us feel like we’re here. You give us big smiles and tell us stories with explosive expression. This month you took your first trip to your dad’s childhood mosque. You met his religion teacher and slept peacefully through Friday prayer. I hope one day you will be leading those prayers.