The first month was like this:
Week one was precious, quiet and clean. It was summer, then. All the windows were open. Week two we got sick and tried to figure things out. Week three Adam went back to work and we tried to figure things out. Week four we knew each other and knew our ways a little. I like that. It was autumn by then. Entirely.
The first day of the second month went like this:
The sun came out and I bathed my babies in the morning. We went outside to pick a pepper and Helen stretched her head to the sun. The air was perfect and the geese on the river have never looked happier. At naptime I cut my hair in front of the bathroom mirror.
Helen is one month old. She is all brightness. I love her.