Thursday, January 06, 2011

Often the baby agonizes for something and it's impossible to know what it is. When she's prone, protected, warm and fed, when all that's left to do is to relax, to bask, she'll suddenly stiffen and jut out her legs, as though straining for something unattainable. And then she'll cry.

When she looks in my eyes I'm convinced she knows something I don't know. For all her inarticulate burbles and cries she somehow seems more wise.