I am begining this today. This is for you. This is for the day that you are here in my shoes. Wishing to tell the world. Wanting to hold it all in for yourself. This is for the day that you doubt yourself, and worry about where you belong. This is so that you always know where you come from.
I am bursting with the news of you. I walk down streets wanting to whisper to strangers passing by. Wanting to shout it from the tops of buildings.
You are new and hidden and a mystery still to me. Though I must admit, I feel as though I know you now. I feel as though the moment you began, I knew. I knew.
Nine months will not pass quickly enough before I can smell your skin and touch your hair. Wanting to hold you close and see your father’s eyes in you.
You come from such love, baby.