This one. Lies on the floor and does not roll over. He pivots from his belly and gets around; toes where his head was only seconds ago. On Saturday, from a sturdy seated position, he lunged his mouth at my finger and I felt the little splinter of his first tooth on this lower gum. This morning he woke up laughing.
This one. Sat on the bench under the lilac with me yesterday after the rain. She was in her princess dress and fancy shoes. The bright pink popped against the grey skies and deepening green grass. She swung her feet under her and cradled, in her hands, a worm.
This one (the one who isn't bronze). Woke up when I got back into bed at 6 am. He rolled over and sighed, taking my hand in his. We both fell back to sleep while the neighborhood birds started their routines.
Greetings - electronic, phone and paper - have found their way to me today. I am so pleasantly and serenely... full. Today I am thirty-four years old. And it is a very, very happy birthday.