Isabella will be born tomorrow. The only word that comes to mind is: bittersweet.
Sweet because my goal to bring her parents' dream to reality will be reached. Sweet because her parents will hold their living miracle in her arms. Sweet because I will have fulfilled my promise to her mother that she will only cry "happy tears" from now on. Sweet because her big sister will be watching down from Heaven and know her parents are finally happy. Sweet because I will get to see the beauty of a family grow.
Bitter because my part in this journey is over. Bitter because I have fallen in love with this child and her family. Bitter because I love, love, love surrogacy and it is ending.
Tomorrow is the day. I will smile, and I will be brave. I will complete this journey with a heart full of love, the same way I began it.