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Twenty-one weeks
We’re over halfway
But it’s a month to the day
She said yes

I walk in disbelief
And in hope

There are visions of swingsets
And technicolored onesies
And google searches of how to paint waves
On the guest bedroom wall

I research things I will forget
Things I will not need yet
Things I may never need
I go dizzy in my fragility

But hope crests as I move forward
Not knowing if the ground will disappear beneath my feet

It feels like a long walk
But I’ll walk it, week by week by week

With Love,

Natalie