The sacred in-between, growing life and growing in love..
This moment is fleeting, though it doesn't feel that way now. The days stretch long, wrapped in the weight of waiting, but the months slip by all too quickly. The curve of your belly, the way your hands rest there without thinking, the soft swell of life pressing back against your touch - one day these will be memories, and you will ache to hold them again.
You may not always feel beautiful, but you are. Not only for the way the light touches your face, or how your body has softened, but because you are creating and sustaining life. There is nothing more beautiful than a mother who is both the beginning and the shelter, who carries both life, and the love that will shape it.
Let this be captured. Proof that you were here, that you carried life beneath your skin.
Let it be remembered. Let it be held close, long after this season has passed.
