Littlest baby love,
Most days, I’m preoccupied. Most days, I’m running after your big brother. Most days, I have to remind myself to slow down and soak this all in.
But then I get these little reminders from you, my baby. The gentlest kicks of reassurance. The tiniest movements to let me know you’re there. And I stop. I slow down. I breathe.
I had almost forgotten how much I love those baby kicks. I had almost forgotten how much I live for them. Now, more than ever, I live for them. Because they’re just the reassurance I need to know that you’re there. You’re okay. We’re okay.
I’m overwhelmed thinking of how life is going to be for us soon, when you come into this world. I’m overwhelmed thinking of everything we still need to do before your arrival. I’m overwhelmed thinking of how Sam will react, how we will survive (coffee and love, always), how everything in our world will change.
And then there you are. Kick, kick. Nudging me softly. Letting me know- it’s all okay. We will survive. Our lives will be so much sweeter than they are even now (how is that possible?). And everything will be right. And perfect.
And so, sweet Baby, thank you. Thank you for already filling us with so much love. Thank you for already being our missing puzzle piece. I can’t wait to meet you.
Somehow, I already have.