dearest little'un

dearest little one,
early this evening at about 6 o'clock I stood over the sink picking lemon verbena leaves for drying - the sun was shining so bright and warm through the windows that I had to let you feel it for yourself. I thought softly, and quietly about you... about your senses forming, I wondered what you felt and heard in your space now. I wondered what we will learn from each other in the future. One day I will crush a verbena leaf in my fingers for your little nose to smell. And I am sure you will find some strange thing, perhaps a delicate cicada shell or a rusty peg form the garden bed for me to hold and treasure awhile. I look forward to that, so much.
love always, ma