Your tiny newness, growing within the shelter of my skin, came alive in wondrous wavy, gray lines. At my first glimpse of your fearfully and wonderfully made form, as I clutched that first grainy picture of your essence, the wonderment and responsibility of motherhood weighed heavy. Your very life depended upon me. And, much like...
Your tiny newness, growing within the shelter of my skin, came alive in wondrous wavy, gray lines. You are fearfully and wonderfully made. The wonderment and responsibility of motherhood weighed heavy. Your very life depended upon me. Just as I long for you to move in me, a flutter, a kick, or sensation of you....
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