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.
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