Finding My Pulse begins summer hours today. I'll be posting three times a week this summer: Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. "But there were pleasures in Mira's life: the children themselves. They were a deep pleasure. . . She would smile endlessly, unconsciously. She had seen their birth and the birth of her love for them as miraculous. . .The tedious days were filled with miracles. When a baby first really looks at you: when it gets excited at seeing a ray of light and like a dog pawing a gleam, tries to capture it in its hand; or when it laughs that deep, unselfconscious gurgle; or when it cries and you pick it up and it clings sobbing to you, saved from some terrible shadow moving across the room, or a loud clang in the street, or perhaps, already, a bad dream: then you are - happy is not the precise word - filled."
The Women's Room, Marilyn French