I'm longing to meet you...mysterious little you. I have yet to feel your tiny ballet of movements, making yourself known, but I still know you are there as my belly swells and skin stretches and my mama glow begins to take form.
I wait with bated breath between midwife visits until I can hear that reassuring whirring of your tiny heart beating you into life. To me that tender thumping is the sweetest music ever created...not even Beethoven can top this symphony of percussive perfection.
You already amaze me...without instruction or a helping hand from your mama you are forming and growing into the person you'll become. I just sit in wait for our long anticipated first meeting. Where your tears of life's first breath will meet my tears of life's pure joy. Flesh on flesh and bone on bone as your tiny fingers furl around mine. The day you become our son or daughter and are welcomed by arms and hearts wide open for you alone...and an entourage of grandma's and grandpa's, of auntie's and uncles and kid cousins that can't wait for you to come out and play.
In the meantime, we wait and watch for your reassuring signs until the day you are ready to reveal yourself. And I am the luckiest of them all...to hold you deep inside like a sweet little secret. As I sleep and as I rise you are with me. Before you are tangible to anyone else, you have taken on life becoming one with my breath and closer to my heart than anyone else could ever be.
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