Dec 30, 2014 00:09
My Dear, Sweet Girl,
As I sit in the bath tub...for the first time in many months of carrying first your brother, and now you, I think I'm finally able to take one last look at my body and marvel at it...not because I think it's beautiful, but because I know it's carrying you.
I haven't had much time to think about you growing in my belly. Between working and planning and chasing Charlie, I haven't had time to worry about you or wonder how big you're getting.
But I have loved every kick, every roll, every time I was able to feel you hiccup inside my belly. You are rolling and moving right now. I feel like...we could have more time together, and you could have more time to grow, and I could have more time to feel you be my sweet baby girl inside my belly, where I can take care of you. But, as I'm sure will be the case for your whole life, I have to learn to let life happen. To let your life happen.
I can't wait to see your sweet face: to touch my nose to your tiny nose, to feel your fingers wrap around my mine. I can't wait to hear your cry- and later your laugh. You are my daughter, and I feel like I've been waiting my whole life for you. There are so many things I want to teach you, and there's so much for you to learn on your own. I want to protect you from every bad decision I ever made, but I also want you to feel the wholeness that comes from experience.
You will be strong and brave and beautiful. I love you always, no matter where your life takes you or how you get there. I am always standing behind you, I am always on your side.
I love you, sweet girl, and I cannot wait to welcome you into the world.
Love,
Mom