Hello, my love.
I stare at your handsome little face, totally in love, and remember crying for months on end because I thought this day would not come. The fertility issues. Bad news, some hopeful news and then the surprise that brought us here. It reminds me of the Looney Tunes episode where Wile E. Coyote finally catches the Road-Runner. After years and years of frantically pursuing a dream (or, in the coyote’s case, a tasty snack) you finally catch up with the idea of what you’ve always wanted…and then hold up a “Now what do I do?” sign.
I’m at a loss of where to go from here,
Other than to just snuggle and breathe you in.
I am so thankful that I was able to be pregnant again.
I am so thankful that you are in my arms
For now, the world is perfect.
Happy birthday Griff.
I love you.