Perspective
Three years ago today
Carter’s oncologist
told us starting a family wouldn’t be easy,
and would take a long time,
but that he would live.
Eight hours ago today
the tech
held my hand and said
“I’m so sorry. I can’t find a heartbeat.”
My husband keeps holding my hand
and saying “by hook or by crook”
and I laugh
because I am so grateful for perspective
and a man who is enough everything.
Because here today, laying in bed,
eating McDonald’s french fries
and laughing at Vicki and Tamra
in my aching pain and shock
I am still living out the deepest of my
most soulful prayers.
postscript
P.S. I promise to always keep The Lauren Letter free as my little exercise of trying to make the world a bit more beautiful. If, in return, you could considering giving this post a “like” or share with a friend, it would just mean the world to me.
