The Tumbler

The Tumbler

Our child tumbles about within me. Reminding me of what is real, what is important. I love to “hold” this child. I can watch the movements beneath my skin, now. My belly bulges as the child rolls about.It responds to my laughter. Whether it can sense my joy, or is awakened by my belly laughs, I am not sure. I think that it already has a sense of humor. It will be bumping about, merrily. When I take Adam’s hand and place it over the movement to show him, it will become quite still…

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