The Phone Call
She called me yesterday all excited and bubbly. I held the phone to my ear and listened to her as she spilled forth her excitement.
"I had the first sonogram. It was so cool... 4D I think they call it. I could see my baby... little fingers... hands held up against its face... floating in my body. I could see everything. She's perfect. Everything's normal... good. I'm so happy. They gave me pictures... I'll send you one."
I listened to joy in motion as tears spilled down my face... not realizing until that moment that I'd been holding my breath.
Then she said "Mama, I want to come home." ... and I said to her I want you home too, baby. Both of you.
May it be so. I can't wait to be a gramma.
"I had the first sonogram. It was so cool... 4D I think they call it. I could see my baby... little fingers... hands held up against its face... floating in my body. I could see everything. She's perfect. Everything's normal... good. I'm so happy. They gave me pictures... I'll send you one."
I listened to joy in motion as tears spilled down my face... not realizing until that moment that I'd been holding my breath.
Then she said "Mama, I want to come home." ... and I said to her I want you home too, baby. Both of you.
May it be so. I can't wait to be a gramma.