I saw a dad sitting, holding his son about a year-old. The child has a curly mop of hair, fair complexion. When his mom arrived with a tray with drinks, the child's face lit up and smiled at her.
Sigh. I can't help but imagine. When God blesses us with a son, he most probably will look similar to that kid. With a head full of curly black hair.
I'm a writer by profession and a reader by heart. This blog started as a venue to record my wedding planning escapades. And now, I'm keeping it to journal my stories on being married to an OFW, dealing with infertility, my quest to lead a healthy and "green" life and trying to have a baby. Read our TTC journey here http://tinyurl.com/lzswlh7. For inquiries, email me: joysi(dot)writer(at)gmail(dot)com.
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