My love

You survived a hurricane. Probably have survived many such over the years. For months, you inched through bitter cold. When the trees around you did their routine of shedding leaves, sprouting flowers and assuming their spring colours, you took your time, letting them all enjoy their glory. And yet, those monstrous winds could not fell you.

When these yellow flowers sprouted all over your branches, I couldn't help but feel thrilled.

Thank you my dearest, for sheltering my baby out there. Thank you for being the rock of my life.

I still wonder if my li'l one is a she or he. I still long to receive the bundle of joy in my hands, cradle the thing, hold it to my bosom, sing lullabies...

For now, the swishing of winds and chirping of birds in your hearth are its only soothers. And these yellow flowers, clothe my li'l one that most expensive silks of the world cannot. Tiaras ornate and studded with diamonds pale in front of such beauty that decorates my darling cuddle-joy.

I wrap myself in a Comforter for a guilt-free second at the thought of ye flowers. I sleepy easy a wink dreaming of leaves aplenty to wrap you my dearest - surrogacy is tough! And you come out trumps.