Autor: Maranda Bower

I»ve done this before. I knew the powerful potential building inside her. Her heart beat faster. My breaths grew deeper. When her face disappeared into the soft sea of birth, I knew the sacred dance …

He’s curled up beside me. Much like the ticking of a clock – the rhythmic passing of days and months, he’ll slowly wake. Unraveling and unfolding, he opens his sparkling brown eyes. He blinks. Then h …