2 years ago today, i was leaning against ian in a tub of water in our parlor holding our new baby boy, marvel heron ingram. in his two years of life, marvel has grown and he has grown ME in ways i never imagined. he is an astonishing being. a lover and a fighter (much to koruna's chagrin), a trucker, a dancer, a sweet sweet soul. his joy is expansive and brings a whole new dimension of beauty to this life.
he tumbles, he twirls, and he talks - an ocean of words with celestial inflection. it makes me think of whitman:
"Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice."
i hope i can keep the two-year-old lull of his voice, the tilt of his head, the weight of his hug forever imprinted on my heart.
love. marvelous love.