baby's breath.

something special.

so soft.

like a whisper.

a soft breeze on my face.

so clean.

it's baby's breath.
more specifically, my baby's breath.

i love picking mykenzie up and feeling the short exhale on my face...

i realized that i had never felt that with my little boy.

for a moment, i felt regret...

grief...

but then i felt the overpowering sense of healing once again...

there are days when it washes over me so purely...

and i can see the beauty in a thing like spit-up breath...

i can reconcile the things that never will be here on earth...

and recognize the miracle in the warmth of her life-filled breath.