I wrote this in my journal on Sept. 5, 2009. I was about two months pregnant.
To my child:
I haven't met you yet. I don't know you, and I don't know what kind of person you'll be, who you'll love, what you will do when you grow up, or what will peak your intrigue.
But, yesterday I saw your tiny heart beating on a monitor, and I knew then and there that I love you so much.
Your father and I love each other completely. We chose each other as perfect partners to love and raise you. We stood before God and our families, and we took a vow; a promise to love each other until we die.
With that vow, we also promised to love you until we die.
We are a family, and you have brought great joy into our life. Thank you, sweet child.
You are a blessing.
Being a mommy is hard. It's a challenge every day. But, this really is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. I had always heard that there is no greater love than the love you have as a parent, but I never understood the meaning behind the words...until now. I get it.
With every grin (that apparently is just gas--but I know better! I know it's a smile just for me), with every soft coo just before he yawns, with every grip of his tiny fingers, I know I am a home for this little man.
"All good gifts around us
Are sent from heaven above.
So, thank the Lord
Oh, thank the Lord
For all his love."
--All Good Gifts, Godspell ( a Broadway fave!!)