January, February, and March ~ One Second a Day
Give thanks for all the seconds. The ones that glow. That dance. That fizz with such life that you can taste them. Breathe through the seconds that turn you inside out. That shake the ground. Those are the ones that make us a second stronger than we were before.
Some nights not even the moon can convince her that it is night. So we just woke up the kitchen with smells of warming her blueberry yogurt. Lunch and dinner are most likely to come too, along with a few Father Time tricks to speed along the seconds and hopefully land us back into bed before morning. These nights are long, but these seconds, how they race by.
With tremendous gratitude, I would like to share the seconds I have held so close to my heart ~ January, February and March, while waiting on Henry. Twice she seemed to understand that I was pregnant. The first time she said, “I’m sorry I won’t be able to talk to it much.” The second time was when I was rubbing her hand over my moving belly and she asked, “Did he ever see you?” We wanted to be surprised, we didn’t know if we were having a boy or girl. But in that moment I thought, she knows. And then we met our Henry Rivers on March 10th, the very same day that she had me. At first it was as if she couldn’t see him. Now she says, “You’re so good,” to him every day. You never know what each second will bring, so keep climbing to the next. That’s what she is teaching me.