Parenting, (and apparently, life in the Mid-Atlantic region), is a series of little earthquakes.
That first cry. That life-affirming smile. A chubby foot striking the earth.
Belly laughs. Spontaneous dancing. Sweaty heads resting on shoulders.
Moments that make a forever.
And then, there are days like this, when the earthquakes are not as little.
And when your baby enters the big, big world? You trust that your foundation is rock solid, and hold on.
And smile when all is calm again.
(Happy first day of Kindergarten, Buddy.)