Sometimes I think about you.
I don't dwell a sorrowful dwell, but I think about you. And sometimes, I miss you.
I think about the number of days that have passed. I think about how big you'd have grown by now. About your little fingers, your wiggly toes.
I think about how by now you'd have become a little 'she' or a little 'he'.
I think about you.
I think about all the mother's around the world, who have their littles and who have lost their littes and pray warmth and love. Peace in all situations related to this journey of motherhood.
My mother tried to conceive for 9 years before having me. Amazing faith and patience that woman has, and I am so thankful that she kept trying. That she believed with all of her, and had so much faith in God, that I would finally make an appearance.
I like to say I was fashionably late if there ever was such a term.
Today I choose to think about you, but embrace the love that surrounds me and Mr. Charming. Our beautiful, wonderful mother's who through God gave us life. And the mother's in our lives, like our sisters and our friends, who we get to learn from and support.
To all the mothers that are and the mothers who aren't just yet, Happy Mother's Day.