Eighteen Weeks. Day 127 in the quest to meet our little miracle George
To my dearest little miracle,
My sweet little cherub, today as stressed over work, as i sat behind my desk and as i got more and more frantic over the work piling up beside me, today as i sat there thinking of far less important things, you gave me a little reminder of what i have, and of what i have to look forward to.
Today my love, you kicked me.
I wasnt sure at first, i have felt you wiggle around in there, but today, today i am a little bit convinced that i felt a kick.
At first i didnt know, it felt like a bubble had popped inside me… I stopped and waited, and wouldnt you know it two more bubbles popped…
Is that you in there? Telling me what is important? Reminding me that each day i have so much to appreciate and so much to anticipate? Letting me know just how blessed i truly am?
My miracle, today when i needed it most, you reminded me that each day there is a new miracle, that each day no matter what stresses or frustrations we might have, there is always something to appreciate, something to give us hope, and something to regain our faith.
My miracle, today i sit back and smile, becuase of you, and only you.
Love from a mother that will be.
If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change. Buddha
