Staring at that front door, I was assaulted by visions of what could have been. Me packing the car for vacations at the beach. Us jogging down the steps, laughing as we headed out for a date night. Gwen carrying bags filled with tomatoes and zucchini after a Sunday trip to the farmers market. Me falling to my knees when she met me at the door with a positive pregnancy test. Our daughter blowing out birthday candles as our son tried to swipe the icing.
