Jun 28, 2015 17:34
this post-surgery is messing with me. ever since I came out the other side I've been thinking more and more about Austin. What kind of person he would be. Would he be outgoing or a quiet introvert. his favorite color, and favorite food. if he'd look more like me or his dad. how awesome it would be to come home and have him run into my arms, desperate to find the words to tell me about his day and how much he missed me. those first words. those first precious words.
maybe it's because I'm just ready to try again. or try for the first time. as unintentional as Austin was, I'm happy that he was. And I want that again.