We were there in the kitchen, Rowan and I, when out of nowhere came this sound: “ma ma ba ma.” I stopped for a moment and repeated the sound to Rowan. He looked back at me and did it again: “ma ma ma ba.” This funny laugh bubbled out of me, the kind of laugh when you witness a miracle, something that someone told you was possible but you weren’t quite sure it was, but there it was in front of you, that perfect little miracle. I made the sound to Rowan again and he repeated it again. Picking him up, I spun him around, kissing him repeatedly. It was like a scene from a movie. I’m sure there were violins crescendo-ing somewhere and the audience was getting teary. “Be patient!” they told me, “it could be six months before he makes any kind of sound.” I was all prepared to be patient and I still am. There is a lot left to do. Even after this afternoon’s happy moment, I told myself that it could have been an accident or coincidence, but when he made the noises for Chris later this evening, I...
It is time for a new era of sitting in the Rees household. We inherited a set of couches from my parents when we were first married, couches that had been in my parents' living room for nearly twenty years. I didn't anticipate we would keep them for very long, but three moves and five years later, those hardy couches have finally gone on to a new life in our friends' basement. Our n
ew couches almost didn't make it in the door and I don't look forward to moving them out again. In the meantime, we will enjoy the deep cushions for a lengthy movie, cushions that Davin almost disappears in. Happy Sitting!
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