Dear Little One,
Your presence didn't feel real at first.
I'd dreamed of you for so long
that when you finally came to be
it felt like a beautiful dream.
Before I felt your first kick
I began to knit a sweater for you.
Somewhere along the way
as it took shape on my needles
your presence became real to me.
I could finally see with my eyes
how God was knitting you together inside.
Now I feel you kick constantly
while I work, play, and rest.
You respond to touch and sound,
especially when your father is near,
your presence and personality so real.
I can hardly wait until you are on the outside
and I can see you with my own eyes.
I pray as I wait
and dream of the day
when I'll finally hold you in my arms,
wondering if it's all a beautiful dream.