My baby boy.
He will be three months old on the 8th of July. My postpartum depression is gone and fortunately I did not take any treatment for it. Perhaps I should have. It was so hard.
There are a basket of peaches on my counter and I shall make peach preserves tonight. The weekend will bring Texas heat but good BBQ and friends to share it with.
Tonight, while I await my husband’s return, I will sip a glass of wine and write poems. I have started another book of poetry and sketches.