...I'm thinking of you today.
I'm remembering the moment I first knew about you, the quickening in my soul that told me you were there.
I'm remembering the joy in my heart and the excitement in my mind as I made all my plans. I imagined how I would tell your daddy and how his eyes would twinkle. How I would tell your grandparents and how they would cry. I imagined telling my friends and how they would share my joy. I pictured myself holding you, before I ever knew if you were a boy or a girl, feeling your warm little body snuggled against my breast while I breathed in the scent of your skin. These pictures are the ones I drew with my psychic hand on the blank pages of my mind, while the hand of God drew a very different one in the book of my life. He drew his picture with a pen dipped in the tears I shed the moment I lost you. The moment you escaped from my life like sand through my fingers. The moment I lost my dreams, my plans, my joy, my baby.
It's Mothers Day.
I'm thinking of you today.
