We took this photo when there were two.
On a warm, July night, five years ago – when the sand burned the bottoms of my soles and the air smelled like salt and heat. I held my belly between the palms of my hands and felt the tangle of limbs kicking within. Two boys tumbled and rolled and life collided with possibility and promise.
And then, the waves rose and the sandcastles crumbled and the world which I had so tenderly held disappeared.
We took this photo when there were two.
Before we knew the babies were sick.
Before the rush of blood from one to the other.
Before his heart stopped.
Before the world changed.
