Kristian

My children dread when I say, " I had a dream about you last night." Fire will say, "Awe Ma, was it good, your dreams scare me." Like most mothers, I can feel when something is going on with my birds and it usually manifests itself through my dreams.
One night I dreamt the children come in the house and I say, "Bring me my baby." Wind's girlfriend gives Melvin Kennedie and Wind brings me a chubby, round faced, fair skinned, beautiful little boy with slick black hair.
When Wind's girlfriend brings Kennedie over, I ask her if she is expecting and tell her about my dream. "No Ma'am." We exchange the look... She smiles, I smile and remind her, my dreams can be prophetic.
Well, needless to say, while we were enjoying our Kennedie, the heavens opened and brought Kristian.
Wind, and I were there to welcome Kristian into the world. When his head crowned, Wind said, "Oooooo Ma, look at that hair!" Winds girlfriend was a real trooper, never cried, screamed, just listened as I said, "Okay, breath, push, you're doin' good..." And so Kristian was born two days after a new year.
Kristian came into the world a ladies man. He and I bonded from day one. He would go to Melvin, but he wanted grandma. This went on for about 3 or 4 months. On warm days, Melvin would sit on the deck for hours enjoying life and movement. We would eat and play with the kids in this space. On one spring day Kennedie and I were in the house doing something and I needed Melvin to hold Kristian while we completed the task. Melvin would cradle him in his lap, both looking forward. I could hear Melvin talking to the birds. He would whistle their tune and they would whistle back. I peered out to see what Kristian thought of that wonder of nature, because I loved it. The look on Kristian's face was that of awe and wonder. He would look at grandaddy, then listen for the birds, look, listen, look, listen. We sat there for sometime and enjoyed the conversation. Melvin and Kristian were forever bound and granddaddy became the pied piper, Kristian followed him every where.
The birds still give me messages from Melvin, there is one that gives me warning, one that says good morning, one that says don't worry, one that says stop crying, one that says check on my birds and many that say, "I love you."

tomorrow