Thirty three Springs….the love and ache.

Saint Patrick’s Day 1979 Daffodils bloomed, breezes turned balmy and I pulled off shoes, letting swollen feet tramp across warming earth. I was pregnant with my first baby….due today. For weeks I had ached for time to stop, squeezing myself shut to the coming contractions and separation, “relinquish” hanging heavy on my heart. But today…

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