This little hand was the first tangible sign that things were not as we expected.
This little hand, with only two little fingers, made my heart hurt and worry about the days ahead.
This little hand represented a syndrome and questions and the end of dreams I’d been dreaming for my tiny baby.
This little hand softly touches mine and reminds me true beauty comes from within.
This little hand is teaching me perfection isn’t the goal, love is the goal.
This little hand is connected to this little body. A body that runs and explores and cuddles close to mine.
This little body that has fought hard to overcome illness and disorder.
This little body holds the heart of my child. A heart that loves deeply. A heart that laughs with joy. A heart that doesn’t worry about tomorrow but finds beauty in this moment. A heart so big and powerful that it has helped heal my own. A heart that has taught me how to love better and more purely.
I wouldn’t change this little hand because it’s part of the story that has brought us to today.
And today holds amazing, wonderful things.