Zoe and Zeb, Held Ground

Zeb twitches — the same small twitch I felt from inside, months before his first cry. I was scared then too. I smile now, the old fear gone soft at the edges.
Around us, the wildflowers lean and scatter in the wind, gone to seed, but they hold their ground. We do too. Further than I thought we’d come.
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I just love this images!!!! It is full of feelings that are soft, tender, loving, and intimate. And the story is intimate, also. I think it has much more power in that it is written with her voice rather than as an observer. Well done!!!
And I love the butterfly on her arm!!!
In my mind, the bigger story behind the micro-story was of a girl who became pregnant at an early age and made the scary decision to keep the baby. So here she finds herself down the road a ways, after a lot of help from others, knowing her choice was right for her. I firmly believe in the right to choose for women: their bodies, their choice, no matter what their decisions are. Much appreciated, my friend!