I've never had any dead baby jewlery. I am nowhere near talented enough to have designed my own, and I never saw anything that spoke to me. Until, that is, I saw the Waiting Heart, designed and made by Chance.
In introducing the hearts, Chance talks about them representing our "shared, yet singular experiences". And that is what I suddenly wanted-- her vision, for herself and all of us, on the front, singular experience of my heart on the back.
Thank you, Chance! It has meant more than I can express to wear the heart, to have my younger son grab and pull at it, to trace the words, on the front and on the back, with my fingertips.
Today is Chance's birthday. Today was also the transfer day for two perfect embryos from Chance and Apollo's first surrogate cycle with the Amazing Kym, who is always happy to put the business end of her very own superheroine cape to good use. Tonight, I imagine, that use was likely a combination blanket/napkin dealie-- after all Frank the Incredible was in charge of the feast-ivities.
Happy Birthday, Chance! I wish you nothing out of the ordinary. Just that in a year's time you will be able to share with us pictures not unlike these.
Chance and Kym, for what it's worth, I am holding my breath for you through these next slightly less than two weeks, and, hopefully, beyond.
P.S. I am also over at Glow in the Woods today, talking about dreams.