First memories

I remember when I was single. I waited for my love to come. I felt so lonely. I felt like there was a piece of me missing. I prayed long and hard for the right person to be sent my way and that I vowed to wait for him no matter what it took. I sit here praying for the same except this time my love is somewhere out there and I've seen his tiny hands and his tiny face. I feel so lonely without him. And I'm allowed to feel sad that I am missing out on time with him. But I'm praying that I'm still there for his first step and his first words and his first solid food. I pray that I can be his mommy soon.