Your little feet go pitter, patter on our floor and the dogs chase us; acting as our protectors of all sharp corners and falling hazards.
You get out so much energy.
You laugh.
You play.
You bond with each other.
These are the memories I hope you will have always have of our evenings together.
Tonight, as we did our usual kitchen dance routine, I began to really notice how you've grown. I noticed how Ava runs with her little thighs glued together as if to help her stay upright while going so quickly.
I noticed how Ella seemingly never gets dizzy as she makes her, (what seems like hundredth round) around the track.
I was thankful for your beautiful lives.
Tonight we laughed. Our kitchen was our audience and what a beautiful show it received.
Our kitchen has also seen tears this past week.
Not your tears, but my own.
Not your tears, but my own.
It seems that the impossible happened. We got pregnant on our own.
but
Just as fast as it came, it went...
It wasn't planned, it wasn't even really a thought.
As I stood in our empty kitchen, alone, on Friday morning I let myself fall apart.
It has almost been a week now.
I am of course still sad. But, I have to believe in moments like these that everything happens for a reason. And, I have so much that I am thankful for.
If we are meant to be a family of 5 we will be, when the time is right.
Let's just blame it on the kitchen, it must not be ready for a third dancer. 💜
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