Simple Hand to Hold

Went to sleep late after a four hour talk with my husband. Explored the ins and outs of having another bambino. Looks like Enzo is it. The only one we’ll have. This garden plant will only have one bloom. It’s hard to come to terms with.

But I think of Enzo, the wonder in his eyes, his dancing steps, and I know I have a miracle. I have a love miracle in this little dollop of sunshine and spice. I need nothing else but this little, simple hand to hold. His daddy and I walk along the beach arm in arm. Enzo picks up rocks and feathers. The sun is warm on our hair and we are happy, with each other, with being in love, with three.