nine

He has been out now nearly as long as he was in.

nine.

for nine miraculous months I carried him inside of me.

nine.

for nine miraculous months he has carried my heart.

nine has always been my favorite number.




nine months and my sesame seed sprouted legs, arms, was given eyes, the most adorable nose, and two perfect floppy ears.

nine months and my child has gone from perfect newborn softness to a baby nearing his first steps and words.

I see no reason to measure time by a year.

nine.

nine months is what I will measure his life by.