things we'll tell you someday

I wonder lately, my eyes open in the dark, what I will tell you about these years we waited.  I grew up knowing that there were years that I was prayed for, wished for  -- and then you were here.

Maybe I'll tell you about the appointments, the waiting-on-hold music as I called doctors and insurance companies, the endless list of supplements, the acupuncture needles in my ankles and ears, the hours at my desk spent organizing documents, writing these notes, sending up prayers, etc., etc.

But mostly I'll tell you how all the while, we were blooming.