water
I remember once when I was seven or eight years old coming in from a long summer day of running around outside. All that running, sweating, it was dark out by the time I made it inside. Then being at the bathroom sink with a cup and filling it up with the coldest water and drinking it all, the whole cup in a few sips, then doing it again, then trying to do it again. Water when you really need it tastes like nothing else. Not a taste, a feeling: all my cells stinging with gratitude.
One of the best parts of being pregnant is that I get that feeling every day, every glass of water I drink. Each glass is the best water I’ve ever tasted.
