My baby screams.
Not in fits, but joy. He laughs, screeches and screams a LOT.
We walk through Walmart and you can hear him across the store.
And I smile.
You glare but I smile. You know why?
I buried a baby boy in 2012 and I buried a baby boy in 2013. I thought I would never deliver a live baby again. But I did. This little screamer is my miracle. He is my rainbow after a long season of storms. He is the light that brightened my dark soul.
So scream baby boy scream. I am thankful I have a live little human to scream. I am thankful and I smile because I did not have to bury another baby boy, he is healthy, he is here and he is screaming at the store
Deal with it