A year and eight months after my last blog post and I have a baby. The most beautiful, intense little one named Max, after his great grandfather. Maximillian Elliot Neufeld. He has my blue eyes and his father's nose and we don't know if his hair will be red when he is older, but right now it is strawberry and fuzzy and curls in the back at the nape of his neck. He coos and giggles and is starting to say consonant sounds. He sleeps next to me every night in our giant bed and I would not have it any other way. My body hurts from holding him. My body is soft and thick from carrying him. We are moving back to Portland to be closer to family. My heart aches as I think of leaving these mountains that have been our home for seven years. Seven years. How quickly that passes. I breathe in,. I breathe out. My breaths are different now. My life is forever changed. I stretch and crane my neck around to take in the world anew. As a mother. It is time to write again. And so it begins.