Wishing

I've been thinking quite a bit lately about our dear boy... For me, things seem cyclical. I'll have several weeks of strait-up positivity and then a crash back to reality. All is well, don't get me wrong. But I've found myself daydreaming quite a bit...

I've been imagining what Rowan would look like walking. I imagine opening up my front door and seeing him run over to me and giving him a huge hug. I wonder what words he'd be saying and how he'd be tormenting his big sister.

I wish I could see him sit up.
Walk.
Grab toys.
Hug me.
Talk.

So today I'm going to stay in this spot of wishing.

I wonder if I wish hard enough what could happen...