the only time

The only time I feel a sense of closeness to my daughter, and not a vast insurmountable distance between us, is when I look up at a night sky full of a million stars, or see the sliver of a crescent moon glowing silver again a deep blue late evening sky. In those moments, I realize that we are one, and just as we were never given a life together, so are we never apart.

It only makes sense, as the wonder I experienced feeling the love of a mother blossom inside of myself for the first time, as she changed my body, as I felt her kicking, a real little life inside of my own… is similar to the wonder we experience when we try to take in the immense beauty of this planet, and this universe.

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Categories: baby loss

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