I was pooped, and decided the only way I could possibly make it through another hour was to do it from the bath. That meant story time for the girls would happen from my watery lounge. As I began One Fish Two Fish, another little fish, one that up till now had only swished a time or two each day, decided to give me a gift.
15 minutes straight of little kicks. Maybe it was my buoyant belly, the echo of "red fish, blue fish..." against the tile, the noisy chatter of the girls, all amplified by the water. Baby, little being within, celebrated 18 weeks with me as we floated in the bath with a dance that made the water surface break in tiny ripples, made us giggle and cheer, and made me ever more grateful.
The painting is one that I did as a gift for dear Melissa years ago. Love you, Melissa.