I gave birth to nature baby.
He jabbers as we run outside, taking in the sights and sounds of the trees that we pass.
Sometimes he falls asleep from the rhythm and I can hear him snoring lightly.
I’m sure he dreams of sunshine and birds, because he is always in the best of moods in the outdoors.
When he is big and grown, I hope he’ll be running next to me as we tackle the big miles. His dad will be on his bike, keeping our pace steady, as we jump rocks and dodge branches in the forest.
For now, though, he is a nature baby.
I love the chomp of a fresh tortilla chip in your mouth
And the sizzling of pancake batter as you pour it in the pan
I love the crashing of a wave
On the shore in the rain.
I love the lingering buzz when you turn off the television
And the whispering of a page as it flips in the wind
The first strum on a newly tuned guitar
And the crunch of snow
When you step out of the car.
I love the bell-like ring in your throat when you harmonize perfectly
And the awaited thunder after a bolt of lightning
The crack of ice as it’s dropped into a glass of water
And the swallow of it
After a mile.
I love the rustle of hair becoming a braid
And the scratch of an itch on your head
The rasp of the elderly
And the scrape of a sled.
But while these are all wonderful sounds
(And it’s okay I am quoted)
The most satisfying of all
Is the sound of paper being shredded.
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