Tender Mornings is a free newsletter. If you want to support this space and my writing, please consider becoming a paid subscriber and/or sharing excerpts of this publication with a friend. Thank you for being here. ♡ As I get closer to my daughter's first birthday, I find myself in a liminal space. Jumping from the present into long journeys of “this time last year.” For this time last year, I was 8 months pregnant. Awaiting the arrival of my first child. Waddling through the kitchen preparing nourishing meals that could easily be reheated. Sitting on a yellow rocking chair watching my husband assemble furniture for our baby. Trying to picture her smell. Her hair. How much she will weigh. How strange to have been in a place where I could only imagine a person I have come to know so deeply. Whose presence now seems to have always been alongside me. In the flowers. In the honey. In the salt that touches the sea. Just waiting for the right moment to bloom.
Your golden-haired winter bloom, the crossroads of maiden to mother, 'this time last year'... plucking my heartstrings, as always. I sure do enjoy how your writing engages my senses- I can see that yellow rocking chair and smell the honey 💛🍯💐🎇
Your golden-haired winter bloom, the crossroads of maiden to mother, 'this time last year'... plucking my heartstrings, as always. I sure do enjoy how your writing engages my senses- I can see that yellow rocking chair and smell the honey 💛🍯💐🎇