They finally let us out! I was officially discharged from our long stay at the hospital when you were 34 weeks old in my womb. That morning was a glorious morning! Now you had grown big enough that if I were to go into labor early, we would most likely have adequate time to get to a hospital before you were born.
Dear Daughter,
In the wee hours of the morning, you are sitting cross-legged by the refrigerator, gingerly moving around some magnets. As I move about the kitchen to an old morning worship playlist, I hear you begin singing perfectly along to this song I didn’t know you had ever paid attention to… “You are beautiful in all your ways… may we never lose our wonder…
I abruptly stopped what I was doing to just watch you, and memories fill my heart of those ten weeks that formed us.
He ordered a small black coffee and a granola bar, I asked for a mint tea. We settled across from each other at a small table along the far wall, while behind me at the front window, a large geriatric jazz band began to set up for their evening show. We talked for a while… It wasn’t too long before a loud thought flashed in my mind: “uh oh. This guy might end up being the one.”
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