Mother’s Day – 2018.

Two Croc-laden feet, tucked under to boost him to the table. Tiny chambray shirt holding onto his mama’s arm. He asked “Pretty please, sit by me?”. She obliged.

I thought of the baby we didn’t know. And the one we don’t know yet. I thought of my girl, feet now dangling towards the floor.

I cried at the smallness and the vastness of it all.

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