If the garden told the story,
there was nothing much to see,
until she put a garden under me.
a rosy bush, a sunflower,
some weeds, some grass, all joy.
so maybe it was she who was the flower first.
the only light I will ever know is the way your hand held mine.
thank you for such hope and cheer.
thank you for planting me.
thank you for the celebration in the midst of all our waiting. . .
it didn’t turn out the way we wanted,
but I really loved my life.
I make way for light, the underground of hope.
when it’s a flower, it’s also me. . .
the wellspring of a story,
writing a beautiful thing
without seeing the light of day.
well, that’s the impossible, magical thing
of being the unseen.
-the roots, deep
I won’t be here long,
but I love how long you wait for me.
with eager hope and eyes to see.
we both have wintered well.
let’s enjoy the view.
I am the blush of spring,
and so you are to me.
-the rose bloom
it was safe to be like dirt in a garden yet to grow.
and it was hope to bloom like a wanted thing
from a broken pot of dreams.
and after the burial, the burst of the flower,
who knew this was me. –the gardener
and so the gardener, the roots and rose,
the tree and the seed waited and welled with joy.
life had already been, and it was really good.
but so much more was coming.
first spring, soon after, her.
all garden arms wide open for
the tiniest bundle of sunshine. . .
here comes the gardener’s daughter.
As for the gardener’s daughter? Well, I’ll let her tell her own story as she lives it. I am excited to get to know her as a person! She’s just shy of a month earth-side so we have a million things to catch up on as she grows into herself.
Make no mistake, this postpartum season hasn’t been without tears or overwhelm. It’s been a ride with highs and lows. I took this picture in the garden last week and also took a home video right there with our cat curled up on my lap, my son toddling around, and my newborn daughter resting against me. I know I’ll treasure this 60 second video forever. This particular moment(s) in the garden was much needed and so sweet for me as a mother.
I’m learning so much right now and feeling the discomfort that comes with breaking out of an old shell, working through postpartum healing and hormones, and growing deeper into my life as a mother. I am excited for what’s to come. Postpartum is far from over. But I’m here for it. Here for my life. Here for my motherhood. I am 100% here.
And God is here with me.
Here is the best place to be.