Tonight we took Bella to her first soccer practice of the season. We’d skipped the last two because I’d just had Char in the fall of ’15 and then earlier this year we had too much going on to add something else.
As I watched her practice, I thought about all the times I’d sat there before and wondered what life had in store for us. Wondering if she’d be an only child. Then a few months later, wondering if the surprise baby I carried would ever see their big sister do any of this.
What if we sat here again empty-handed?
I have the very best view in the world this season.