Carving a name

I woke up to rain on a Saturday

it was a lullaby from the sky

but I felt like the clouds, heavy and gray

and I looked on your empty side

and cried

sometimes I think soon I'll forget you

The saddest thing I ever had to do

was to leave you

It was to leave you

The rain is falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.

~Woke Up to Rain, Sarabeth Geoghegan~

Amy made an impromptu birthday cake with sand and an old tuna can while I carved stone. A year ago, I began to realize the "miracle baby" inside me wasn't growing in the right place. It felt right today to carve his stone. A year already. And still my whole body longs to hold a baby...that baby. Smell him and love him.

I dulled three cold steel chisels on that piece of granite for you, Theodore. My arms ache. It feels good to have them ache for some other reason than missing you.