what you are like

24 weeks;  9 December 2011  

I await your movements every day, it’s my surety.  I poke you and nudge you but you will only move when you want to; I think you are stubborn like me.  Now I start wondering, as the day draws near and the realisation that you are in fact REAL, what you look like. 

Do you have my thin, soft, strawberry hair.  Is it my slightly piggy nose you have.  Will you be pale and fair and be blessed by the kisses of angles.  Or praise the heavens in the warm sunshine.  Is it daddy’s lips you have.  Mommy’s finger and toes.  Are your eyes dark and dreamy like mine or light and bright like daddy’s.  Are you neither. 

We can see you, for sure; we can see every bone in your body.  Though, we cannot see your colour, your shape, your nature.  We see your heart beating, strong.  We see your limbs moving, your mouth moving, your eyes.  Yet we cannot see who you really are.  What will upset you and make you cry, what will make you laugh out loud ‘til we’re wondering why.  Will you rejoice at daybreak, play, run, hop, skip and jump.  Or will you shy away ‘til another day. 

You are still so tiny, still so vulnerable. 

You are a true blessing.  We eagerly await you