Today is my son's due date.
I'm doing better than I thought I would. But I'm sad.
I'm not thinking so much about the what ifs or if onlys or what might have beens. I'm just sad for what isn't.
The baby that isn't being born today.
The belly that isn't big and round anymore.
The crib that isn't being used.
The books that aren't being read.
I'm sad for the life that came and went too early.