2:40 AM
HRM is feeding our wide-awake, jet-lagged twins. I’m getting ready to fly out to Guatemala. I agreed to this Artist Talk and Workshop months in advance, never thinking that it would come right on the heels of a second trip to Korea.
Olin and Luca are sitting, side by side, strapped into their tall baby chairs. The sleeves of their striped pijamas are rolled up to their elbows. They look like identical ‘prisoner of love’ dolls, propped up on a shelf.
As I pass by I can’t resist bending down to kiss Olin’s forehead. He looks up at me and then slowly raises his hand to my mouth. There’s a little slice of red grape in his fingers, his favorite snack. He places it on my lips, ever so gently, like a petal drifting to the ground.
When I go to kiss Luca, he follows me with his eyes and raises his hand to my mouth placing a bit of grape in it as well. He smiles and says “papa”.
I feel like sitting down, unpacking my bag and hanging up my jacket.