smiling at me as his rhythms were recorded, he whispered…
“Hadley is in our hearts, Mommy.”
“She is honey,” I nodded, in my achingly proud voice, perfected since they began to speak her name.
We sat in the beating quiet until my shy daughter spoke up.
And asked the nurse if she could borrow the stethoscope,
because she wanted to hear her sister too.
We are walking for the March of Dimes again this year because we have preemies who have survived against all odds.
And because each of them deserves a sister whose heart beats just as strongly as their own.
I would be thrilled if you could help me reach my goal this year. I have set it rather high but it’s the least I can do.
Edited to add: Was just given an idea… Looking for ad space? Your donation to my March of Dimes team will give you…
$25- 150 x 150 space for 6 months
$50- 150 x 150 space for 12 months
$100- 300 x 300 space for 12 months
$1000 and I will write your blog/company name across my face for the walk (kidding… maybe)
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