having kids is one of the most earth-shattering, life-altering, turn-your-world-upside-down kind of experiences. it inspires this crazy dichotomy of feelings and emotions: utter amazement from something so innate, natural. intense pride while being humbled every single day. going from worrying about everything to caring about nothing else. having blinding hope for these little peoples' future, yet a longing to hold onto each precious moment now.
when dave grohl of the foo fighters had his first kid, he penned this song in honor of violet, his "miracle." i love the ultimate contrast of this indie rocker with a penchant for gutteral screams and spitting (we've seen them twice, and yes, i do swoon when he does both) singing poetically about how this baby changed his entire perspective on life.
crazy, but i believe this time
begging for sweet relief
a blessing in disguise
i'm dying behind these tired eyes
i've been losing sleep
please come to me tonight
hands on a miracle
i got my hands on a miracle
believe it or not
hands on a miracle
and there ain't no way, that you take it away
everything that we've survived
it's gonna be alright
just lucky we're alive
got no vision
i've been blind
searching everywhere
you're right there in my sight
hands on a miracle
i got my hands on a miracle
believe it or not
hands on a miracle
and there ain't no way, that you take it away
hands on a miracle
i got my hands on a miracle
believe it or not
hands on a miracle
i got my, hands on a miracle
and there ain't no way, that you take it away
take it away
kids.
reflections of us. yet different. unique. individuals. brilliant. silly. sponges. chatty. pure. sweetness. full of life. and light.
mine. to mold. to have. to hold. to fashion. to teach. to learn from. to squeeze. to grab onto. to pick up. to let go of...and to never let go.