It's an interesting thing that something so normal, so lovely even, can have a touch of the bitter sweet about it. Today we went for a walk at Blaise and had a drink at the cafe; a lovely moment sharing our first walk together (even if I am slower than when pregnant!). Warren's coffee, my juice and J's bottle; what family now looks like. Tears are pricking my eyes a little as I see that bottle, however; it's not how I wanted feeding to be. My heart is broken by quite a lot of how this week has gone. I'm thankful that this is a journey, so I get time to heal while falling in love with my son.
This past week of emotions comes over so strongly and so varied that it was overwhelming and I had to close it down very quickly yesterday. But I'm back now mostly to admire the pics of your gorgeous son again. It gives me a lovely, but cheeky peak into your new family life, making me smile and cry. This is a particularly poignant post, which says such a lot, but your summarising sentence is the light shining on it all; the thankfulness; the wonderful reminder that this, like all of life, is a journey; the time you will get to heal and the opportunity to fall in love with your son. In the end - beautiful. Xxx
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