Wednesday 9th February
Day 294
8.30 am - a new jar of marmalade glistening on the table, waiting to be opened.
Four round candles flickering in their glass star holders.
Four crescent croissants crisping in the oven, their hot pastry aroma enticing us to breakfast.
Steam rising from four china cups, frothy coffee for my nephew, sweet tea for his wife, Earl Grey for my husband, vanilla Roibosh for me.
It looks like we are a circle of four, but there is another here - a tiny beating heart sharing our morning. His mother says his feet could be nearly two inches long by now. She can feel him kicking and flicking, growing and dreaming inside her. He is already welcome. There will always be a place for him at our table.
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