"Someday we will both get a place of our own. And we will plant our gardens and eat from it!" She said, with stars in her eyes - a glimmer of the hope we both held onto. We were chatting as our littles played on the playground after church one morning. Both in a very similar place of being nomads, living with other people after having lived out of suitcases and boxes. "Yesssss. I want to have a house of our own. I want to plant a garden. It's going to happen. I'm claiming it.

My Dearest Little Malachi, Oh, what a gift you are. We never got to hold you in our arms, but our hearts are none-the-less filled to the brim with love for you, dear one. We didn't shout from the rooftops when we knew you were ours, we just couldn't have the whole world knowing. You see, your big brother, O, doesn't know about you yet - and we couldn't have him be the only one in the dark. When he's older we will share your story with him. We just couldn't bring ourselves to