5 years later
Ivy sat on the back patio, writing in the journal that her father had given her. It was a beautiful spring morning, the cool air rustling the leaves on the trees. She was thankful for the fire that crackled in the pit next to her chair. Laying down her pen, she picked up her tea and took a small sip, the dark brew warming her.
“Ow…” She felt a pain in her side. “Do you like the tea, too?”
Ivy rubbed her growing belly and could feel her little one move under her hand. The baby had started moving around the week before, and she was both excited and a bit overwhelmed. It was such a strange sensation.
She picked her pen up and started writing again. The journal had become more than just her experiences of pain and sorrow. There had been so much joy in her life in the past
