It's Spring! New life is blooming in my backyard, and I am welcoming it with open arms. I am so ready for this season to come - for the colors, the humidity that hangs in the air, the warmth that allows certain babies to go barefoot and sleeveless...
The Daffodils we planted for our angels have made their return. They are yellow and bright, and during the day they turn their blooms skyward to remind us of our sweet babies. I took Eliza out yesterday to show her; we sat and I told her about the little souls that came before her and how hard we fought to bring her to us. And then I looked at her as she smiled up at me and - once again - the wind was knocked out of me and I stopped to stare at my precious girl in complete awe and disbelief that she is here. I sat there with her in my arms in the very same place where, a year-and-a-half ago, I dug my hands into the dirt as tears spilled from my eyes as I mourned. I remember digging those holes for the dormant bulbs - one after the other (all 99 of them) - with blurry eyes, thinking I don't want to do this... but I need to. I hoped, wished, prayed... that one day I would look at them from my kitchen window with our baby in my arms.
Last year, I was 10 weeks pregnant when they bloomed.
And this year, I stood at my kitchen window and looked at those Daffodils with Eliza in my arms.
Oh how I love spring!