For the record, I didn’t really believe everything would change.
I imagined less time, of course, less sleep, less general air of sans souci
but not the entirety of life all upside down, and least of all me.
It seems after 52 weeks of daily miracles
I have become someone completely new.
I am milk maid and diaper genie and an utter fool for you.
Little Light of September Moon, all my selves were made to love you.
-Lo, whose entire world changed for good one year ago today.
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It is a Buddhist belief that babies coming into this world have chosen their parents. Lucette chose well.