Us, now
19th June 2006
Last night, around 10:10.
It’s the end of Ajax’s Home Week, and the annual fireworks display on the lake can be seen skirting the trees outside our bedroom window.
Lucy is in my arms, her chubby feet resting on the windowsill, her tiny fingers scratching the screen. She’s been fed and it’s past her bedtime, but I wanted her to see the bursts of colour. She stares wide-eyed at them. Her head turns away in tiredness when there’s a break, but snaps back when the sky erupts again.
We talk quietly to her. "Ohhh, honey, look at the colour. Isn’t it pretty?" Eric has his arms wrapped around us. We kiss Lucy’s soft head together.
It was this time last year that we found out we were pregnant, and I remember sitting on the bed together watching these fireworks. Now we two are three (+ Spencer Dog, who is hiding from the noise downstairs).
Soon Lucy is in bed, and it’s just us again to be mesmerized by the frenzied fireworks finale. It’s beautiful and stunning and frantic and explosive and colourful and loud and ends in cheering and applause from onlookers far away at the water’s edge.
Like us. Like our family. Like our new life.
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