Maybe you’re the bird. The one I see outside my door. The one who flies so low it seems you’re somehow weighted down. Like you’re carrying more than just yourself. Like you’re carrying a message. Just for me.

Maybe you’re the rain. The sound I hear that reminds me so much of home. Of you. Of driving in your car as a little girl when you looked over and asked my opinion about everything. When you made someone so small feel so very big.

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Maybe you’re the butterfly. The one I saw this morning in the garden. Charlotte reached out as you landed on the flower. And just for a moment, as if to say hello, you stayed.

Maybe you’re Jack’s laugh. The one only I can get when making silly faces and tickling him just right. You melt my heart and remind me of what a miracle he really is. How much I love him. And how much you must’ve loved me, too.

Maybe you’re the smile. The one I get from strangers at the grocery store. You greet me on the darkest days, when I feel like everything is going wrong. And then I see you in the checkout line, and I remember. You told me someday, I’d make such a great mom.

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Maybe you’re the sunset. The one we watch together as a family by the ocean. With their tiny hands in mine and my husband at my side, your warmth surrounds us. Like a hug. Like the one you never got the chance to give. But as I watch you disappear behind the waves, I realize it was never really goodbye. That it was only just goodnight.

Because maybe you are. Maybe you are all these things. Just, maybe.

Originally published on Today: Parenting Team

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Danielle Lacourse Vaughn

Danielle is a mom and registered nurse living in Los Angeles with her two babies and toddler husband. Thankfully, he is potty trained. She enjoys large cups of coffee, watching Friends, and pretending to know how to parent. She started writing in the notes section of her iPhone while her children were napping. When she could’ve been showering. When she should’ve been showering. Danielle is also author to the satirical parenting guide “Two Under Two: How To Survive and Not Kill Your Husband”, now available on Amazon.

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