Twenty-Eight Weeks, One Day. Day 199 in the quest to meet our little miracle George, 83 days to go…
To my dearest little miracle,
I sometimes wonder what my mother looked like when she was young, and i often wonder what she looked like while i was still in her belly…. This is for you my little one.
Love from a mother that will be.
Ps – i am not one for photos, a terrible poser!
We may run, walk, stumble, drive or fly. But let us never lose sight of the reason for the journey, or miss a chance to see a rainbow along the way. Gloria Gaither
