Two years ago tonight

As I lie in my bed tonight, looking out of my window into the night, I am reminded of the way in which I occupied this very same space two years ago. Two years ago tonight, I could not sleep because my contractions were growing stronger, and so in-between trying to sleep, I would get out of bed and pace the room and stretch and breathe and look out of my window and up at the moon. She too was round and full and moving along a path, a force, that could not go backwards. She kept me company for hours while the house slept around me. She comforted me, and with her silent and gradual arc in the night sky, she promised me that tomorrow would come, and with the sun, would bring me my baby. Happy Birthday my Hope, I love you.