It’s a wait. To embrace you. Lay eyes. Hear you. But it’s overwhelmingly and surprisingly soul-filling, knowing that you are there. Present with every breath I take, and hidden within. It’s a wait. To lay hands. To caress. But it’s been a wait. And you, at the end of it, are the greatest gift.
So, I had my second ever ultrasound this past Wednesday. It was actually a special ultrasound specifically for nuchal translucency since I am AMA (advanced maternal age). Ha. I am right on the cusp since I turned 35 this past July. Well, I was waiting to start blogging until I hit the 12 week mark. […]
You cannot sit there and begin to imagine half of what my struggle here has been, the slow and agonizing safari I found myself forced to take into the depths of my self, to realize that the box I checked to self-identify within these borders opened me up to so much hate. You cannot even […]
You throw those words around with the cruelest of intentions, to puncture a heart and to cripple a soul. A need to see one bleed and writhe in utter pain to make it alright for you to wallow in and share the pain that you multiply up in your mind, causing you to pull your […]
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