As events unfold and time passes, the bump gets rounder. The baby grows, and kicks inside me become tummy wobbling punches. Dealing with death as I grow new life. I feel a connection between this baby and my wonderful Papa, so deep. When I get upset, the movement in my belly is stronger than ever. Reassuring me that there are such good things amongst the truly the horrid. That the best of times will emerge from the worst.
Keep growing strong little one, we can't wait to meet you. And know that your Grandpa is forever looking over you and your big sister, smiling down at you and us all xx
love. love. your bump is too sweet.
ReplyDeleteYou look gorgeous, Nell :) I think of you often. Lots of love from Oxford xx
ReplyDeleteSo sad to hear about your father and how complex it must be to deal with death as you grow new life as you eloquently put it. Wishing you health and happiness as you embrace motherhood once again. x
ReplyDeleteHeartbreakingly beautiful xxxx
ReplyDelete