Or two weeks, or two days, or....
Wow. I'm still crying over this essay. Thinking about the moment I get to meet my "long lost friend" is consuming my mind. Thinking about two weeks later, when I am tired and confused is also on my mind. I am about to be tested and tried in a way I can't even imagine, but I am so excited to start.
2 comments:
Thanks for the link, that really is a great post. I can't wait to meet her!!
Ah, so tender. Beware, the crying doesn't stop once Baby arrives. The ten-week-old in my arms still turns on the waterworks for tender things.
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