It's been a year from the day i said i do.
It's been 363 days since the first time we made love.
It's been a really hard but funny days we've made until today.
But i still feel something is missing.
From day 1 we became husband and wife,my dream was always the same.
I want to be mother. I want my own baby.
First time i thought it was an easy thing to get.
I'm young and healthy,and so are you.
But in fact,i didn't. It was harder than we thought.
I always said it was okay. But deep inside i wasn't that okay.
I'm getting hurt everytime i heard one of my friend get pregnant.
Didn't mean i'm not happy for them.i do happy.
But i always felt envy,jealous, and sad at the same time.
I really wanna have my own.
Everybody said i have to leave it to God. I had to believe that He is planning something for me.
I do believe,but i can't help myself from questioning.
Why you took him/her from me,my dear God? Why?
When will my turn?
Today, in my first wedding anniversary, i want to ask you something, my future kid.
Would you come to momma soon?
