1. This week I should know for sure about the cake book. Stay tuned.
2. In the mean time, I've got plenty to do. Two novels are still in progress. And I am working out the concept for my new blog.
3. Except that I am very scattered…and finding it to hard to concentrate. So unlike me.
4. I think my trips to New York are either going to have to be longer,
where I can rest more between things and not feel so pressed for time,
or shorter when I can just pop in for a meeting.
5. Babies. My friend Kristie in a new aunt (congrats! I LOVE being an
aunt.) and posted pictures of the baby. So sweet. I can't get those
images out of my head. Reminded me of this poem I wrote called Sweet
Breath, years ago when Emma was a baby.
Sweet Breath
At the end of my day,
when my back and feet
ache from picking
you up, carrying you,
feeding you. And
my eyes can not
focus, I come to
you, watch you sleep,
after your father
has fed and rocked you.
I come to you
and watch you sleep,
curled on your side.
I watch for your
breath and think
I see it, but I must
feel it, too. I place
my hand on your chest,
and wait for the
rhythm. I cannot
resist this moment,
set by the glow
of the night light
and the warmth
of your crib.
I cannot resist one
last piece of the day.
Your breath. So sweet.
