Exacly five years ago, today, I was still pregnant with my about-to-be first-born. I was nearing the end of my pregnancy and growing more and more excited with every passing minute. I just couldn't wait any longer to meet the little person that I had been growing, nurturing and sheltering like a tender sapling, a precious dream.
I was big (duh!!), but I was glowing! I could see it myself! Hormones, excitement, nervousness. Hmph! That wasn't it! I was surrounded by a halo of love and I could feel it's warmth seeping into my very bones, making me luminescent and radiant. In my adulthood, if I have ever been close to being, feeling, sacred and pure, it has to be without any doubts, during the last few weeks of pregnancy just before the birth and immediately after.
Five years ago! Really? That long? Sometimes it seems like yesterday. At other, more frightening times, it seems like another lifetime ago! How mind-shatteringly terrifying that feeling is! I don't want to forget! I don't want it to be so long ago, over and done with! I still want to bask in its aftermath, its glow, its essence.
Five years ago. Already.
Why so soon?