Since that perfect September day I have come to know how time can melt and freeze over and over again.
I’ve held it in my hand, a shimmering form icy and wondrous.
I’ve felt it rushing through my fingers, rivulets coursing in countless directions.
I can neither slow it nor predict its pace.
Mostly, I try to accept its rhythm, trusting that each shift reveals more of who she is and the pattern of where she’s been and how she has been never leave my soul.
Happy Birthday sweetest Briar.
Happy Birthday, Briar!!!
She had a great day! Thank you!
Happy birthday to Briar! I LOVE the moment in that first picture so much.
Thank you, Nina! I wills end the wishes along. I adore this picture too. It’s my sister’s head peeking up in back.
We were lucky enough to have both of her sisters in that same room 🙂
Happy birthday, Briar! I’m with Nina – that first photograph is just extraordinary. And the words? Shimmering with beauty, and every single one lands deep in my stomach. xox
Thank you. I don’t usually do birthday posts, but something about September always hits me profoundly. The quality of the air and light takes me back to all those first moments. So grateful for the gateways back.
Happy Birthday to your beautiful little miracle!
she is so lucky to have you as her Mama.
Happy Birthday, Briar! Love everything about this post, Amanda. Thank you.