One year ago today I felt a fluttering in my womb.
My first tangible proof of life residing within.
Six months ago, I held a newborn in my arms.
Eyes shut, lips quivering. Helplessness personified.
Today, he giggles and crawls.
He hugs stuffed animals, and his smiles?
They contain the meaning of the universe.
I think of the butterfly flutters inside me just one year ago and look at the physical manifestation before me today. What a difference a year makes.