|Wearing her new Argentine outfit in Carlos Paz, Argentina|
It's a project I have placed squarely in the "pending" quadrant of my brain, not too far from "emotions" - and I haven't felt up to merging them. Clara forces me out of my inertia; a child's simple request has to be acted upon, especially since she is the Middle Child, the one that psychologists claim is so easily relegated to the background. I pull out Claudio's computer, click on the folder entitled "2003", and about 150 photos of her birth pop up on the screen. My mind settles. They are here. The visual record of the day her soul met mine.
Then my heart beats build up speed. Lips parched, I ask myself where the rest of the year went? Few images light up on my brain's computer screen. Were the breastfeeding challenges - the split nipple and accompanying physical agony so great that we didn't shoot a single photo of those first months? Clara suggests the boxes of photos on the very top shelf in the school room. I slowly bring one down, open the lid, and my eyes fall on "Clara's First Bath". I am reminded that we hadn't "digitized" yet, we were still taking photos the old fashioned way. My heart beat slows down, I sit on the couch and take out each envelope tenderly. Our girl, our beloved girl. Cherished.
The below photos are not actually from that first year, but from Nonna's collection. Before I found that box, she came to the rescue, and sent along these treasures.
|At my Argentine "parents'" house, Cordoba, Argentina|
|hand me down dress, oversized shoes|
|Tia sent cute dresses from Paris when she lived there!|
|More Parisian modeling. Sisterly love.|
|With Folo, Pena Blanca, Chile|
|With Toto, Rockport, Maine|