Grace LeeAnn
I can not wait for my daughter to be born.
I want to hold her and sing to her,
Rub her little back and kiss her fingers
And whisper promises to her.
It may sound strange, but I miss her.
I actually miss her right now.
Not only have I never ‘met’ her
But I’m closer to her now than I ever will be again.
She fills my every moment.
I find myself wondering more and more
What she will look like
And what type of personality she will have.
The anticipation is almost too much.
It’s amazing how much I love her already.
Pregnancy is wonderful
But I’m ready for my reward.
I want to meet my daughter.
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