My Sweet Bean should be three months old this week. A quarter of a year. He should be smiling and amazing us with his natural amazingness. (Of course he was amazing, c’mon look at his parents!) I should be home taking him and the dogs for a walk on this lovely spring day. He should be here.
But, he’s not.
Even as I see my belly get bigger, listen to Sprout’s heartbeat on the doppler, and plan for the fall my heart aches for the ones I’ve lost. I want my Bean so badly I can’t stand it.