What is this thing…to be connected blood and bone and soul to another? Her little hands that used to open and close inside of me and now I am supposed to shoot her off from me like an arrow into the world? My heart broke, my heart soared when I held her, a newborn in my arms, rooting for milk, for comfort from my breast and I realized that she truly was no longer inside my womb and she truly was of this world now, not just mine. The tears fell like rain in a heavy summer storm. My summer baby. And now, this fun thing, this wonderful transistion to pre school…something we are both ready for yet here I sit, the heavy summer rain on my cheeks again and my heart so full of love and a strange natural ache. Summer sun, pull me close.