Soaking

Things are soggy in central Ohio.  But surely all this rain is a harbinger of spring.

Celia had a good week.  She's been smiling and laughing the past few days.  We're not sure what triggers the giggles, but we're almost as fond of them as we are of her.  We've been trying to soak up her happy noises, hoping to absorb her laughter in order to walk around with it for the rest of our lives encased beneath our skin.  We've been holding her close, so close I watch for Andy to squeeze right through her and come out the other side.  When she's in my arms I wish for her to melt into me like the last signs of snow in the yard have disappeared into the soil.  I try to saturate myself in the very moment, knowing it's one I'll need to hold on to when I can't hold her.

And Tucker remains a bright spot on dreary days.  He absorbs so much, and races around jabbering like he's sharing a powerpoint presentation, a new topic every few minutes.  Like a bee among blossoms he busily tinkers, running commentary always spilling from his lips.  Puddles of rolling pins and kitchen rags and plastic measuring spoons flood our floors and make us wonder if we missed the tornado sirens?  Really, though.  We've been immersed in his presence for a year now and love the way he's seeped so perfectly into our lives.

What a privilege to pour our love into these two little souls.  What a blessing to soak up their love in return.
JEB