I am free. Free from the lies. The hurt. The guilt. The guarded heart. The trembling. The fear. Today, I am free. She smiles. Her dimples poking the most adorable pockets into the biggest, softest cheeks ever. She loves. Something in her eyes tells me she knows. The rainbow. It heals. The scar ever present.
Other than the obvious i miss you… I’ve thought a lot about the things we’d be doing together. As a family of four. I wonder a whole bunch what it would be like with a 22 month old little girl in the mix. You’d no doubt be a great big sis’ to little Bubby. I