Remembering

December 28th, 1988 was the day I first saw you. I had met you months previous to that wondrous day, every time you kicked, or moved inside of me, every little thing as you grew. That's when I first met you. With each passing month I grew to know you more and more. To love you, even before I would see you. You actually helped your dad and I end an argument, while still inside me. He was upstairs and I was downstairs, neither one yet willing to make the first move, but you did it for us. I was laying on the couch, when suddenly you rolled over inside me. It was very startling to see. I yelled upstairs for him to come down immediately, and as soon as he did and reached my side, you did it again. We were both memorized, each of us staring at my huge stomach, and damned if you didn't do it again. The argument was quickly forgotten as we marveled at you. Our focus was completely on you, we both each had a hand on my stomach, with probably the silliest expressions on our faces. Even then you hated loud voices. 

Then the day came when we got to meet you in person. You were and always will be, simply amazing. 

Years later, one night as we were getting ready for bed, my husband said, that the whole time I was pregnant, right up until you were born, he had been hoping for a. Boy, but the very second he saw you he fell in love with you, and he realized he was glad you were a girl, he couldn't stop crying hen he saw you, he was so happy.

My Mom had told me, when I was only a few months along, that she had had a dream, and that you were a girl. She never once wavered in that belief.  Turns out she was right all along. And I got my beautiful daughter.

I will always think of you my beautiful girl, and you will always be simply amazing. I miss you more than I could ever say. I love you.