These days mind keeps drifting back to this time last year, when I was nearing the end of my pregnancy. Before I knew my boy, before I knew myself as a mother. Everything seems nostalgic; the smell of peaches, the heat and the summer holidays approaching.
While we were in Iowa we visited King Edwards Orchard. Two friends of mine from high school started an orchard in memory of one of their fathers who passed away a few years ago. And invited all of their friends to plant trees. Now they have hundreds of fruit trees in a beautiful tribute. Last year as a family of two we planted an apple tree, this year as a family of three we went back to admire its growth and progress. As I watched Jack standing next to it grabbing at the leaves, I got more than a little misty.
The time has charged past, leaving me dizzy in its wake. I find myself aghast at the thought that my little babe will be a whole year old in a few months. Time seems so relative. While it is shocking to think that he is almost a year, it is shocking to think that he is ONLY almost a year. How we were ever with out our Home Slice?
