One month and it still feels like a nightmare.
I see two boys in the grocery cart together and I think about what could have been.
Two months and there are still moments of disbelief
A pregnant woman passes by and I am jealous of her ignorant joy.
Three months and my body finally quit producing milk.
I hear the wind howling in our apartment and it sounds like a newborn cry.
Four months and the anniversaries begin.
One year ago we just found out we were expecting him.
Five months and time has raced passed us.
I hold a newborn for the first time and my heart sighs sadness.
Six months and I still encounter people who haven't heard.
We would be figuring out personality, favorite foods.
This is a long road. Sometimes, trudging along is the only thing to do.
