My due date was supposed to be late last week, which means I would have probably been in labor right about now. I am always later than my due date. 

But I am not in labor. I won’t be. I’m only laboring through the days with a heaviness that won’t lessen with a birth. It is the heaviness of early September. I’ve known it for 15 years and, it seems, I’ll know it for a lifetime.

Elinoa. It’s a Hebrew name meaning My God is movement.
Geez. Is that the understatement of the century.
Sometimes He moves in poetry and prose. Sometimes it’s magical.
But sometimes there’s no poetry in the motion. Sometimes it’s just motion, clinical and plodding.