I have heard that the enjoyment of life is found in the details.
There are so many details to our newborn lives now. Things you notice without noticing. Things I hope I will never forget about these days. Things I know I will if I don't write them down.
The way June gulps when she is first eating, taking huge, frantic swallows. It almost sounds like she is drowning, trying desperately to reach the surface, to get some air. Gasp. Gasp. Gasp. She soon realizes that the food is not going anywhere and she settles down, but those first moments of intense gulping... Those are the details.
Greg's high pitched voice when he tries to calm her down, "You're okay! You're okay! What you crying for? You're okay!"
Her sneeze-farts. She lifts her legs and exerts so much effort getting that big sneeze out that oops! Out comes something else, too.
How alive she is when she's awake. She opens her eyes so big, as if testing anyone to question that whether or not she's aware of what's going on. When she's awake, she's so absolutely awake- constantly looking around, figuring out her new surroundings, checking out the ceiling fan. She moves her arms, makes tiny fists, tries to put her hand up to her mouth to keep her pacifier in place. She makes noises with her mouth. It's like she's saying, "This is my body, now what exactly can I do with it?" She is so busy figuring it all out, and then just like that she is asleep- exhausted from the hard work of figuring out how to be a person.
How much she loves taking warm showers with Greg. She snuggles right up against his chest and just lets that warm water drip down on her. She'd stay in there all day if we let her.
The way Maverick looks when she starts crying. He goes right up to her without touching her and stares at her. Then he looks at me. Then at her. Then back at me. I imagine if he could talk he'd be saying, "Hey, lady, you gonna do something about this crying baby? I mean, come on, feed her already!"
How calm she is when she spits up. She just kind of spits it all out of her mouth and then sits there, like it's nothing, doesn't even care if I wipe it off or clean her up. "Yah, I didn't like the milk, mom, but don't worry about it- it's fine, I can just leave it here all over my face. Don't want to inconvenience you or anything..."