Time Traveler
So I haven't written in a long time. I'd be shocked if anyone is still reading this. But tonight I'm putting pen to paper. It's happened to me a few times now. Knotts in my stomach. Sweaty palms. Tears. Weighted. In an instance I go back. Back to that place, those feelings. A baby shower, a phone call, an unexpected trigger. And I'm no longer post NICU momma. I'm back. Back to that scared girl with a heavy heart. I don't have to stay there long. I'm just a visitor now. A reluctant visitor. Will these return trips always occur. When can I turn in my passport? Most days I'm proud of its' stamps. They are badges of honor. Trophies. Proff that we are strong. That God is faithful. And...
