Resting my head on my mom’s shoulders and hands on my once-pregnant belly during a slow song at a rock concert held between two huge boulders.
Sour cream and poppy seed ice cream at an old-fashioned candy shoppe in a quaint little historic mining town.
The rare genuineness of an ER doctor who isn’t jaded by however many miscarriages she’s seen.
FaceTime with my sister and nephew while I am grieving 1,300 miles away.
A care package delivered by my boss.
Surprise visit from D and home-cooked meals in an otherwise empty hotel room.
D holding my hand during a very uncomfortable and heartbreaking Ob-Gyn visit.
Long car rides winding through the mountains.
Support calls from (former and existing) co-workers who step in as family while I am miles away from my own.
Laughing all through the night over poop jokes with my best friend of 16 years. Yes, we are (turning) 25 this year.
Flying over the Bay Area in anticipation of landing.
My darling nephew cooing and grunting at me like I know what he’s saying.
Morning runs by the lake at sunrise.
You wouldn’t have guessed it but the past month hasn’t been all that kind to me. I have been able to avoid a nervous breakdown due to all of the above. Thank you to my mom, sister, Teddy Bear, eLT, my team at work, KElwood, Kim and Tara for all your love and support. My positivity and strength to keep on stem from you.
And most especially, my wonderful hub-to-be, D. We gonna take over the world someday. Be ready and on your game. Aw, shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiet.