Dear Bryce
September 28, 2019 Dear Bryce, I cannot believe you are one. We know by now that time flies like the wind. But since you were born, it feels like we blinked, and instead of this ball of newborn-smelling snuggles and adorable old-man-forehead-wrinkles, you are this walking, climbing, giggling machine. I tell people that you’re a miracle baby. After we lost Abram and then had 3 miscarriages, we didn’t know if you were possible. We braced ourselves with realistic expectations and said we’d give it a few more go’s with new medicine, although chances felt bleak by then. I said I’d be okay if we couldn’t have another baby. I said we’d find peace and keep writing our story. But how fiercely my heart hoped. I looked at the girls’ faithful bouncer, waiting in the basement, the boba wrap folded in the corner of a basket, the cloth diapers tucked away – bright pockets of color, and oh, how I hoped for you. I read to the girls in the rocker and how I hoped fo...