These last months I’ve watched my baby grow up in pictures. But now, suddenly, he’s three dimensional. I let my fingers trace his head, his fingers, his feet and am amazed at how I can see every part of him at once, no trying guess what is happening outside of the picture. I know. He’s here. He’s real. He’s my son. As for his dimples, they simply slay me. I had no idea he had them (they hadn’t […]
Today I met my son. And there are no words to describe it. Maybe later. Maybe once my heart gets used to being in one piece again.