It all begins with water.

Creation.

God divided the waters to create sky and land and then all the other things. The water was there first, before God could create.

It’s right there in Bereishit, the first sentences. 

Yes, it all begins with water. 

Even Torah. 

For us, too, little one, it began with water.

The waters within me that formed and flowed just for you, that held you and hugged you before my arms could.

The waters around me, the cold-but-not-too-cold of Cedar Lake in June, that held me and hugged me — three times — when my belly was full of you.

Yes, the water shaped us both.

Becoming. Together. 

See, water was here first, sweet girl.

The waters that pooled by my ankles at 1:40am, heating pad on the twin bed downstairs.

The waters that soothed my back as I hummed and rocked and leaned on the tile. 

The waters that filled the tub, our very own shared womb, where we first reached for each other. Where I first met you, held you, hugged you.

Yes, it all begins with water. 

Your welcome to the world.

The waters on your eyelids as you breathed on my chest for the very first time. 

My tears then, now. Probably tomorrow. 

Creation.