Before light, the baby stirs under my skin. Love pulls me in, rubs his face in my hair, lays his arm across my bare-hill belly. The baby kicks, kicks me, kicks him: diode to diode to diode. Links in one early motion.

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2 Responses to Family

  1. Ms. Moon says:

    Yes. Exactly. Communication between all of you, right there in touch.

    • rachelvb says:

      We do this every morning it seems. When we are all starting to wake up. It makes it hard to want to wake up and start the day. Luckily, baby and I can sleep in a little longer once Pat leaves =)

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