Baby Girl: 20 Weeks.

our girl,

one day, I will tell you about the afternoon I got a phone call from the doctor's office, confirming that you are healthy. and a daughter. I smiled all evening - in my sleep, I think - not for love of unwasted braiding skills (though that's nice, too), but for love of the knowledge of you.

just a week ago, your dad and I sat in a dark room and watched you dance across a sonogram screen, your still-thin legs propelling somersaults and jabs to my abdomen. I cried when I heard your heartbeat for the first time. I laughed when I saw the already-vibrant life it's giving you. how do we do justice to the naming of that life story?

you have the whole world ahead of you, dear girl, and it will give you roses and lemons. I will marvel at what you do with them.

your mama

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