On the first morning of spring I was doing a daybreak battle with a feverish baby.
He was sweltering and I was sweating, trying to seek out my sensibility in a body overcome by fatigue.
The angels told me to nurse and sleep together. Keep him close to my body. Let him have what is needed.
We slept. I dreamed of Botticelli.
And now that he is mid morning napping, I am sitting. Amazed that God made my body a remedy.