Stop, time, please!
Don't let it be the day my mom has to go home.
Don't let my baby already be a week old.
Don't let there be seven days between me and my sacred precious experience.
The wait seems soooo long,
but the time while veil is thin and all seems new and fresh and raw and vulnerable goes by so quickly.
Because of my mother's incredible care it has been a time of rest and bliss.
All mothers should be mothered as I have been.
Really, I should not mourn as I do, but my heart is breaking that I must move on, that time must move on.
Always something more to surrender.
My little man is 4 months old tomorrow! How can that be? Weren't we pregnant forever? And now our babies are growing so fast!!!! I'm wishing you sweet, joyful days. And you're still often in my prayers.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful writer Sarah!
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