I don't remember crying about it, but I remember grieving.
I remember thinking, "I understand this incredible blessing is coming, and it is going to add dimensions, beauty and richness to our lives that I can scarcely comprehend."
That blessing coming was Ivy.
It was an exciting time.
Trust me, this is not a complaint. It's just a small wave going out before an entire tide comes in.
When I do get a little teary, is when I remove myself from the equation, and consider how this is an end of an era for a certain duo;
But I'm again saying a small and quiet farewell. Farewell, family of four.
Rewrite it good.