oh, the happy tears.
they came quick and often yesterday. each one it felt, was outlined with a memory of that day two years ago. the peace. the bags we packed. the unknown. the heightened awareness of the preciousness of the gift of existing. the multiple iv attempts. the stress. the hope hanging so heavy in the air, it was a wonder the whole birthing room wasn't a haphazard mess of unicorns and pink glitter.
why yes...i do think there could have been unicorns and pink glitter in that sacred room that remarkable february day that changed everything.
happy weekend!
xo.
what are you up to this weekend?
