She was pregnant with their 2nd, having lost the first way before term.
They were living in Santa Barbara briefly, in the bottom half of a large house high up on the crest edge overlooking.
One night, they even saw a rocket launching from Vandenburg, pluming its bright light into the glories of Heaven.
She listened to Sarah McLachlan’s album “Surfacing,” praying for the day that he would, holding tight to him, although he didn’t seem to want her company.
She never got the chance to have a real conversation with him, and feared his rejection and shutting down everything if she tried.
So she just sang in the kitchen opening her heart to the universe in welcoming and trying to fashion a way through, making sure that she’d have herself together by birthing time.
