For 21 days

For 21 days, I thought about you nonstop. Imagined our life together and all of things I couldn't wait to show you.

For 21 days, I imagined introducing you to my family and friends. They would admire how connected and in love we were. The perfect pair. 

For 21 days, I made my decisions based around you: what I ate, what I wore, plans I made. You were my guide in everything I did. 

For 21 days, my senses absorbed the amplified world around me: smells were stronger and tastes were bolder. 

For 21 days, I dreamed about you when I was sleeping and daydreamed about you when I was awake. 

For 21 days, I bought you small gifts, and hung your picture in my room, and made space for you in every corner of my life. 

And by the time you were gone, though there was no way to make sense of it,  I already knew it was over. 

21 days seems so short but I know no amount of time with you would have ever been enough. 

And I know this, my short 21 days with you growing inside my body will ensure I never take for granted a single second I am holding my next sweet baby in my arms.