We Hear You.

The dog never wants to tread foot on the loose stoned pathways in the garden, never has. He makes a flamboyant show of springing over them, to land gently onto the safety of the lawn. But for why I have no idea. What is it about the stones? They’re the soft kind, smooth pebble like stones. So surely they’re not hurting him. I love him so much. Did he learn it from me? Did I used to leap over the stones to get to the lawn in an attempt to make myself seem like a funner prospect to him. Back when he was merely months old and would look at us, unsure of our dog owning credentials. I don’t know why he does it but I love that he does. I wonder what my stone pathway in life is? What do I avoid at all costs?

We had our first meeting with the local midwife team today. Cool, calm, supportive and knowing. Pull your chair up, come listen to the heartbeat. The heartbeat!? As in!? And then there it was, like morse code, I am here. There was something so confident about that heartbeat, something defiant, independent. 155bpm, the same tempo as Queen - Don’t Stop Me Now. Oh we won’t, little one. You just keep on doing what you’re doing. Grow, in peace, know that you’re loved, rest.

How is it in there?