To the reason for my fluttery heart, impatient mind and joyful soul,
You, my little one, may or may not even be alive yet. But you are fully alive in your mommy and daddy’s heart.
I think about you every single day. I can picture our family growing. I can picture having two car seats in the car and I can see your sister asking about when you will wake up from a nap so she can play with you. I can picture looking around my house at the fabulous mess of finger paint and dirty bottles and listening to the sound of dogs barking and children shrieking while being chased by their daddy. I can picture hanging all of our Christmas stockings. But, you. your face and your hands and your hair and your cheeks are the missing piece. It is so strange that my heart is so connected to something that I know will one day be real to me, but feels more like a figment of my imagination.
One day you will experience something so incredible that you will think to yourself, IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING? How could I be so happy and how could something that I have longed for actually come true?
This is how I feel about you sweet baby. I have had this longing in my heart for you. Something I have wanted since I was a little girl. And to think it might actually come true? To think that it WILL come true?
I feel like the luckiest person in the world. Emara is my perfect little miracle. You are my perfect little gift.