For a brief moment, we were a family of four. Though it was fleeting, the knowledge of your presence was a cherished secret. You existed most vividly in our minds, but not entirely so.
The second faint line on the pregnancy test—it was there. The clinician recognized it. I saw you too, a mere whisper of life, but you were undeniably real. You were a flicker of hope.
Those few days were filled with anticipation, weren’t they? Planning, imagining, and tentative celebrations. We understood it was premature to truly relax. The faint line, while promising, could vanish at any moment. Yet, how could we not embrace the hopes that surged forth?
The final weekend of summer marked our only experience as a family of four. Your sibling, blissfully unaware, brought joy to the moment. I felt you both close to me—a mother of two! My children: one grasping my hand, both occupying my heart, and you, a beautiful mystery still unfolding.
And then, just like that, you were gone.
That weekend, our sole weekend together, was spent at Story Land—an experience I cherish. In our earliest days, we are often partly the narratives our parents weave, aren’t we? In a different time, we might never have known of your existence; early testing would have been an unknown, and the tears might have been avoided.
But I’m grateful we were aware.
The last weekend of summer—our only weekend together—was simply perfect.
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In summary, the brief time we had with you was filled with dreams and hopes, despite its brevity. This experience remains etched in our hearts, a testament to the love and anticipation that surrounds the journey of parenthood.