That’s the word.
I’m getting bombarded with images and instances and little things that are bringing my Duncan—boy to the forefront of my heart and mind.
Like going on vacation with Micah and Zeke, and watching brothers, only 15 months apart, interact.
Like holding Erin’s stuffed bunny, Bentlie, and realizing that she is about the exact length and weight as Duncan was – she fit in my two hands just the way he did.
Like opening a storybook for Erin, and seeing the dedication page: “For Duncan.”
Like realizing that I’ve put off scheduling my annual appointment with Dr. Morgan because, despite her care through Erin’s entire (healthy) pregnancy, I still associate her so much with the tragic end of Duncan’s pregnancy.
I don’t have one. Just unloading my thoughts to the interweb….