Ten little toes

The Monkey's gorgeous little tootsies at three weeks old.

I am increasingly wistful, wanting to have this again.

Wishing for a 'happy accident', but it doesn't look like we are the type of people that things like this happen to.

And then again, the thought of actually 'trying' again fills me with a type of fear and stress I can't quite explain. There are still aspects of the first time I am not proud of and I really don't want to revisit.

So instead, I sit, and wait and hope. Hey, you never know I guess.