I was walking around my dining room last night, holding heaven in my arms. 

I sang. 

I danced.

For the past 31 days, I have been high on love.

I was given a promise in 2009, and it took until 2017 for all the pieces to fall divinely into place.

I am fabulously tired.

I’m outrageously joyful.

Her name is Grace Carole.

I am her mother.

She is one month old today.

“…And the world thought I had it all,
but I was waiting for you…”