For years, I’d look at a little bundle of joy, and feel that pang of want.

The emotional sensation of yearning, and love, mixed with a tightness in my heart, and tears welling up behind my eyes.

Except for today

I look at her, small, dark-haired, perfect fingers and toes, sleepy milk induced smile on her lips.

I feel nothing.

Not joy, not love, not a tightness in my chest, or tears behind my eyes,

Nothing…but gratitude…

For my little wolf, safely asleep inside my womb.

~Jodie Nicole~


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