[Photo by Rachael. Baby announcement design by me - more on that soon...]
The one we call Poet. It's her turn now. Her proper introduction. This is Poet Olli Kostenchuk. Born from what was probably the easiest pregnancy in one of the most complicated and hectic years... and here she is. Not early. Not late. Born peacefully on the day that was picked for her months and months and months ago. She shares a birthday with a special friend of mine (yes, that's you Jamie) and that fact alone makes me think that I was destined to love her. I know this much is true.
January 25, 2011 born via c-section at 8:37am. She was nine pounds and an ounce - our biggest baby. She arrived without complications or drama and a look entirely her own.
Poet. We love her. Her name suits her. There's a softness in her. She's gentle where Pilot was fierce. She's sparkly where Penn was peaceful. Her eyes are deep + round. Her name has been met with a response that delights me... usually a moment of silence and then a smile. 'Poet' they say. 'That's beautiful.' I think so too.
[ Olli is in reference to my Grandma Olga. Months ago I asked my Grandma about using her name to which she replied, "Oh, Kal - it's such an ugly name!" It's not ugly at all, Grandma. It's perfect.]
[Photo by Rachael.]
And Poet makes three... Just like she was here along - I can't remember life before her. I can't picture the future without her. The bottles, the blankets, the baby whispers + whimpers. This is our story. She is. Her name was going to be Story. Because I love a name with a richness to stand in. At first - Story seemed to be the perfect name to add to our family. I love how it connects to Penn and Pilot... But after one million conversations with the girls - Poet became her name - for a poem is a story coloured by beautiful word's pictures. It really is - and what an amazing idea. And that was it - one day over breakfast - just like that. It is amazing to me... because the newest of people seem to name themselves and their journey starts to glimmer before they are officially met. Through the pregnancy. And the static. And the moments. And the woven fabric of everything that was life before them. It's so incredible. The girls talked about her every day. They asked questions and had dreams and made up stories and plans and embraced her like everyone ought to be embraced before they even set foot on this precious earth.
With great love.
[Photo by Rachael.]
So my dear Poet... if you ever wonder where you started - it was deep in our hearts... quietly, but with a rhythm that is certainly poetry. You are amazing. You have made our lives better. MORE. You are ours for life.
Sweet Poet. (Most of the time we call her Poe. As in Edgar.)