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…”