Today is a shit day you guys. It's the due date for my first baby, Clarence.
Maybe I would have had him by now. Maybe I'd be swollen and tired and full of hope and ready to deliver. My mother would already be in town. My husband would be caffeinated and happy and making jokes about our "little guy."
I'm working hard to see the bright spots today. For us, for Clarence.
"I love you more than ever," wrote my husband in a note this morning. "I wish we could hold Clarence today, and see the child formed in God's image and our likeness."
His words brought me to tears. The good kind.