Harlow in 2015

I wonder things about you, my little bird. My mind is consumed by wondering what you are thinking. Do you know it’s time? Do you know your daddy’s voice? Most of all, do you know I love you? That I rub your little feet when you press them so hard against my flesh because I long to touch you?

I dream of you often, and yet your face is never revealed to me. Just once in a dream before I knew that you would be the girl who would soar inside of me, did I get a glimpse of your face. I wonder my little bird, is that what you look like and why I have never seen you in my dreams again? You were beautiful. You are beautiful.

Will you sleep stretched out, or mimic the pose you have held for 9 months within me? Every time you push your legs and arms out , are you trying to get outside, or pressing into me to be closer? I love that when we touch you back, you do not flinch and pull away. My little girl, will you like to cuddle and be close to us?

Daddy thinks you will be calm and peaceful. Mommy imagines you full of grace. Do you know God’s face? Have you held His hand? I love you little bird, and always will.