The pervasive aching of my hips woke me early this morning. You were there to greet me in our Tuscan sun soft room with your little movements. Cocooned in your fathers arms I lay paralyzed with love. For someone who was certain that pregnancy wasn’t for her, and the thought of having something move around in her belly would feel awful, I cannot help but smile because I know already, that I will miss the feeling. I am sometimes overwhelmed by the connection I have with you. You ground me. Your impressive strength is soothing to me as you wiggle and stretch. Not much longer and the world is yours to do with what you wish, to move freely in its space.
Content and yet anxiously waiting,