The Wait

Recently I’ve been thinking about how much I can’t wait to meet you and you’re still just an idea. I wake up almost every morning examining your Mama’s* face because I know those features will be reflected in your tiny little face. I wonder if you’ll have her beautiful brown eyes or her adorable dimple. I think about our values and beliefs and can’t wait to see what you eagerly soak up and what you decide just isn’t for you. I can’t help but hope you have your mother’s brilliance, but my sensitivity. No matter what, I want you to know that I…no, we, loved you before you were even a real life thing.

It makes my heart skip a beat (as corny as that sounds) to know you’ll exist because our love truly did transcend the barriers placed before us. Your Mama and I had so much love for each other (and for our adorable doggo) that it overflowed. We had extra love to give and we made the decision together that we wanted you to have that love.

I want you to always know that you are worthy of love no matter who it comes from. I want you to love yourself in ways that I wasn’t always able to love myself. Why? Because, my little one, you were made because two people loved each other and that love manifested itself in you. You.Are.Love. And I can’t wait to feel you growing in my belly, to hear your heartbeat, and to finally hold you close to my heart forever.

-Mommy*

*Or whatever you decide to call us