I’ve finished the bulk of writing Eliot’s birth story and it has been a relief. The further I’ve gotten away from it, the more I realize is slipping away. It was the most beautiful, frightening, horrible, spiritual experience of my life and it ended with my son in my arms. The most precious moment- and watching Matthias cry. Ahhh. I’m so grateful I took the time to write it down.

PS. please pretend you don’t notice the horrible quarantine haircut I gave Matthias. Thanks. (Yikes on yikes.)

You can find eliot’s birth story finished here: