Happy First Birthday, My Love

Newsletter to come after the party dies down and the visitors have gone, but for now, a bit from one of my favorite poems:

Each thing

I did, then, I did for the first

time, touched the flesh of our flesh,

brought the tiny mouth to my breast,

he drew the avalanche of milk

down off the mountain, I felt as if

I was nothing, no one, I was everything to him, I was his.

––from “First Birth” by Sharon Olds