How Fortunate

A year ago there were two pinks lines. How quickly a year has passed and those two pink lines turned into two blue eyes. Such a pretty pink. Such a bright blue.

I spent hours studying the parallel lines on the plastic that terrified me to my core. Now those two blue eyes are studying me. My every tear, my every smile, and my every  move.

How fortunate, I was, to be terrified. Terrified wondering what my life would look like a year from that moment. Terrified I wouldn’t be the mother I always wished and wanted to be. Terrified I would do more wrong than right.

How fortunate, I am, to be studied. Studied by the eyes I spent months wondering about — what color they would be — and now know so well. Studied by the eyes that look at me like I’m their world, because I am.

Two. Two colors that used to be so insignificant: pink and blue. Two colors, two lines, two eyes, two hearts that beat together for months.

How fortunate, I am, to now love the color pink, the color blue, and the number two.