First, we were drawn there because it made such a cozy nest. The space heater kept the room toasty, and everything was so soft and nice.
Then it was a good place to read and work while holding her to ensure she wouldn't wake early from her nap. I could prop her up on one arm, rest a transcript on a pillow, and get quite a lot done that way.
And then there were so many other things that happened there...nursing her to sleep at night...snuggling in the mornings...resting on lazy Saturdays....giggling with brother after bath.
But you know what it also is--that spot, resting on the pillow on the right side of my bed? It's also exactly where she was born, one year ago today.
It's something I didn't expect about having a homebirth. I point to the birthing center the Kid was born at every time we're by there. I remember my parents telling me about the hospital I was born in. No matter where you have your babies, I think that spot is always a bit sacrosanct.
But when you live there--when you literally rock your baby to sleep there everyday--those sublime first moments and all of the mundane ones after get mixed together. You'd think it would make the spot less precious, but it does just the opposite.
As she gets steadier on her feet, I know we'll spend less and less time there. Everything goes about four times as fast with a second child, in my experience at least. Soon she won't have the patience for endless snuggles with boring mom.
But that little cocoon--that place to go back to every day--has felt like such a gift. And since we're passing by the same place in the greater cosmos where it was on the day she was born...well, I just want to pause and wrap it all back around myself for a second, if that's all right.
But on to less fleeting things--her birthday party.
Since the whole crew was together for Thanksgiving anyway, we decided to just have a little family party. The grandmas helped with the mad dash-about beforehand. Her auntie made beautiful cupcakes. Her brother disappeared playing with cousins until it was time to play with the presents.
Of course, she didn't really understand the fuss, but she got to eat her first chocolate--pursuant to family custom--and play with some cards and tissue paper, so that was a decent time in her book.
I need to snap some "official" one year photos this weekend (second baby, everything is always late), but other than that....my last baby would seem to have grown herself right up into a little lady-toddler.