I would've missed...
the hand holding,
the dog chasing,
the incessant laughter,
I would've missed nights watching a monitor in awe of the tiny man on the other side, while at the same time whispering prayers the dog won't run down the hall and wake our little miracle.
I would've missed the long days, short weeks and fishy kisses.
Most of all, I wouldve missed the chance for us to grow.
For our hearts to know this love. For our story to have him in it.
If I wasn't a mom life wouldn't be quite right. This little message was cemented in my spirit over the last week. Four days away from Jackson will apparently do that to this mama.