Revisiting the Hourglass

June 11, 2025 — 8:34pm

Dear Reese,

A year ago, the night before your due date, I wrote a haiku:

The hourglass slows,
The sand goes still – there I am.
Heart beating. Waiting.

Darling, I was losing my damn mind. It would be six more days until I would meet you.

Tonight, we have a picnic at Troup Park with MorMor and Aunt Ruthie. When I set you on the grass after dinner, you stand on your own, unsupported, for one, two, three seconds. Then you crawl down the hill to the playground.

What is time?

Love,

Mama