Jim and Dana were no longer newlyweds. They’d been married for a full year, hoping for a miracle. Hoping for a missed period. Hoping for all of those wonderful symptoms that most freshly married people hope for.
It took them another full year for that miracle to come true.
Betty and Albert had been married for many years. They had no children. She was getting up in age. She believed that menopause would happen. She didn’t hope for a miracle. Neither did he.
But they welcomed it when it came.
Pete sat alone with his newborn baby in his arms. She was so small. So small. So frightfully small wrapped up in so many blankets. Her life was fragile, like a spiderweb line waiting to be snapped. Maybe even more frail than that.
Yet, she was still alive. Her heart was beating. She was still breathing.
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