I want to write you a poem.
I want to write you a book.
Fill the pages with words dripping with how I feel about you.
But how do you say everything?
How do I get you to believe I wanted you from before I knew you could exist?
Because when the others kept saying it couldn't be done.
I knew I could love you enough to make you real.

And now you are here.
I can carry you inside me.
Not only in my heart, but better yet, inside the deepest part of what makes me a woman.

The greatest gift I have ever been given.
Until the day we meet.
When eveything I was before will blend with everything you'll become.
Hurry and grow,
grow closer to that moment.