We 3 Wait

This is all so surreal.

I know not familiarity with this feeling;

It's as though I'm watching someone else.

That happy, confident woman--face glowing with anticipation--

can't be me, can it?

The one whose heart--

once broken by infertility,

damaged by the death of a child--

is carrying her to dizzying heights of

hopehappinesspromisejoy?

There are no limits to what our life holds for us now

as we wait

for the wait

to end...

for the giant weight

to finally float off our shoulders

and into the sky...

to finally be able

to gulp in great, drawing breaths,

and to exhale,

knowing that

all will be all right

and we 3 will be OK.