I watch two pink lines declare your existence–the start of the miracle of you.
I hold my breath, looking for a flutter–your heart on the grainy screen.
I place my hand on my abdomen, waiting for you to move again–our first high five.
I drink in your face, wondering who you will be–my favorite new hobby.
I welcome your head on my shoulder, puffs of breath on my neck–naptime in our special chair.
I shade my eyes from the sun, watching from the driveway–your first taste of freedom on wheels.
I sit in the driver’s seat, tasting tears with my smile–your first day of school.
I nod off on the couch, toys scattered at my feet–evidence of you all around.
I close my eyes, listening to your shrieks of laughter–my favorite sound.
I give thanks for the miracle of you, celebrating who you’ve become–another year around the sun.
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