Today, I should be larger than life with a belly that induces waddling.
Today, I should be feeling my little growing boy bounce off the walls of my womb.
Today, I should be a expectant mother, celebrating my first Mother's Day in a blissful state.
Instead...
Today, my son has been gone for 7 weeks.
Today, my belly contains only fat, and nothing to rejoice in.
Today, the phantom jumps of my son haunt me.
Today, I am the mother of a boy in heaven, celebrating Mother's Day in grief.
Today, I can only hope in the future. I can only wish that next year I will have our second child in my arms to help heal the pain I feel today. I can only bury myself into my husband and wait for the clouds to clear, and for the sun to peep through.
Today, I am a Mother, I am a wife, and I am broken. Today, tomorrow, and forever, I love you Matthew.
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