I was stunned, stopped by that small word staring at me. How many times had I passed by it before?

Now, in a quiet house, I see unfolding time without the blur of the craziness of insistence. I look back un-harried and recognize the precious calling of those years.

I closed my eyes, knowing I would open them to you curled up beside me. What I did not know was that this was our last time.

We would fumble, I was certain. Sometimes dancing is nothing but mess as we sloppily maneuver around one another until we fall into step together.

It really was terrible timing. I tried to tell God that. But then He whispered this into my heart….

I had not cried that way in an ultrasound for nine hundred and one days. But these tears were very different.