Thursday, 21 October 2010

Looking back.

I love that we didn't find out our child's gender until I gave birth. And ever since, I've been replaying my pregnancy in my head (in between foggy early-morning feedings and late-night pumping sessions) the way you mentally review a movie after finding out the ending. So that foot...was Mila. The fist...was Mila. She was the one I went snorkeling with on St. John, and she was bouncing around as I ran the bridge over and over again last summer.

It was her all along.

1 comment:

Tara said...

Awesome, mama :)