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