I watch as you enter the crowded room, looking neat and pulled together; confident as usual. You have shorter hair now and funky green glasses- you used to hate wearing them! Black pants, black top and sweet gold weaved waistcoat and modern, dangly silver jewellery. You look so diffrent from the stressed, grieveing parent and teacher you were 3 years ago. Nearly 30.

You look beautiful.

Still no baby like I had hoped.

You and your husband are in a better place. Settled and happy. Relaxed.

It brings me calm and acceptance. I have seen you, talked to you. Said goodbye to you.

I am walking away knowing I can be happy until I see you again.

One day.