Some days I can’t really wrap my head around the fact that you are six years old.
I did find the print above on Pinterest the other day. I’m often the one to roll my eyes at things I feel are dripping with sentimentality. But this resonated. This reminded me of the times I would touch my belly and dream of the day I’d meet you. The times when I held you in my arms and couldn’t believe you were the one who came from me. The times when you would snuggle your little body closer to mine, as if you couldn’t remember we weren’t as one anymore. The times when I look at you in amazement.
You are amazing.
You are my heart.
I love you.