When I’m only thinking about myself and my family, I fantasize….
I fantasize that our beautiful birth mother surrogated a baby for us. Her eggs, Walter’s sperm, her carrying our baby which would undoubtedly result in an almost perfect carbon copy of Ava, a perfect half brother or sister for Ava. One that would, almost certainly look like her. Just like Ava and her birth mother, this child too, would have those beautiful full lips, thick, glossy, soft curly hair and the most precious tiny toes and petite little hands. Walter’s genetics would provide the dark. The dark in ways similar to Ava, the dark eyes, the dark hair, the subtle clefted chin, a characteristic prominent in Walter’s family.
When I look at Ava, I often smile. She has so many of Walter’s physical characteristics that it’s almost as if Walter and our beautiful birth mother got together to create this most perfect child that the three of us now share.
Of course, this is my most selfish moments when I’m only thinking of myself and not of our beautiful birth mother. I could never, in reality, wish such a fate on her a second time. I could never wish for her to be separated from another child born from her womb.
But with each passing month, as the yearning for a sibling for Ava grows stronger, I can’t help but fantasize….