Luka walked yesterday for the first time. On wood floors, in a room warmed by a wood stove, with grandma and grandpa watching. We're in Oregon and it's winter here. Luka doesn't seem to mind, though he's woken to cold hands in the night, and probably more parts, as he is used to kicking the blankets off. He has met many kitties, ponies, horses, dogs of all sizes, rabbits, and parrots. He digs them. We run the dogs in the woods. He holds a piece of moss in his hand as we duck branches and dodge overhangs. We show him the fast flowing river telling the story of the snow and windstorms we missed this winter.
It all feels so good. Eric is home full-time, we have a focus, the family as a whole has a new focus - the grandparents ecstatic -the future is exciting and renewed. Life is almost easier than when I tended it alone. Satiated.
I am appreciative of the comforts I do have. I play more, dance more, laugh more with Luka here. I play guitar again. I cook better foods and eat better, at the table, with my family. Plain old happy. Nothing could be better. A good friend Rae once said, Having a child was the best thing she ever did. I've never forgotten her sentiment.