Dear Glory Baby,
Today, I would be holding you,
snuggling you into my arm and calming your cry with my breast.
Today, your Big Sisters would have fought over who got to help change you
or pat your back into a burp.
Today, your Daddy would have looked into your eyes and promised to love and protect you every day of his life.
But on this day, your due date, you are singing us lullabies from Heaven.
You were only in my womb for a few weeks, but every second felt like a minute.
Every minute an hour.
Every hour a day.
Every day a week.
Every week a decade.
Although I smile and rejoice in the future, I miss you every day.