P.s. The number four is still echoing on in my head (yes also with regard to your wands, but more on that later). You write 4, don't you? Just checking. I'm skipping the bit about anyone having TEN children, if you don't mind: rattles the brain too much. (How to survive siblinghood in that scenario! More posts please!) But FOUR already makes me bow down low to kiss your saintly feet.

However, even if any number over one is more than I can handle, it's not that you have so many children I marvel at, but at the significance of how specifically I kept seeing you with many children yesterday, at dinner, under the shower: putting the two together I suddenly hear the hum that is always around you of different streams running to pool in your mother heart.... water music at its most miraculous.