This week, I'm participating in a celebration of love, in honor of Freedom to Marry Week. The goal is to post something each day, something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, and then something about love. The Other Mother is hosting this "blog carnival" - I'm always thankful to Robin for providing good things to write about.
When I think about love, one thing I think about is Tae. My something old is from a journal that I started when I was pregnant with Tae. This is something I wrote on February 17, 2004. Tae was 7 weeks, 6 days old in my belly.
tae, you've already taught me so much about love and family. i want to be so strong for you. i want to be human for you. i want to be love for you.
you are small, but you are so big inside me. there's so much i want to tell you, but most of all, that i love you.
It's kind of hard to believe that this was almost 5 years ago. On one hand, it feels like a lifetime ago (as my mom say, BC - before children), and on the other hand, Tae seems so brand new to the world that it's hard to believe that I have known her for 5 years.