But when we opened that envelope last month and I read “it’s a boy!” on the ultrasound picture, there was no stopping the flood of tears that followed. There was no 24 hour wait period. There was just me, crying, in the middle of the restaurant, while I waited for my French toast with strawberries to arrive.
I was hung up on a single thought: what if I never have a daughter? Ever?!
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Sometimes writing on the internet is scary. Today is one of those days. Read the rest over at Coffee + Crumbs. Thank you for letting me be human, and for letting me share my human-ness with you.
