and now she's tucked in upstairs. spring is to bring new life again. 'i don't think about it much', she says. "let's not talk about it" is what i know to hear now.

but there is no stopping the thinking. i already feel eased on one hand that we will come to know a sibling of addie's. i remember reading that siblings share 50% of their dna. we will hold a tiny baby again who will be *that* much like adelaide. it does feel like an embodiment of addie. how can it not? at least until this other childe becomes his or her own person and even then for me there will always be a shading, a color worn that is another.

as elizabeth mccracken wrote though, now we all know only that there will be another pregancy.

in all spheres, without a second thought, we take so much for granted.

perhaps without enough gratitude.

by grace?
by grace. near grace. within grace. of grace. beyond grace. aaaah, herbert, thank you.