My precious baby,
Words cannot describe how much I love you already. As of yet, you aren’t even a line on a stick, but I long for you. I long to have you in my belly, to feel you kick, to hold you close once you are born. I want to kiss your head, your face, your hands.
I pray for you. I hope every day that God will give you to us. You will be our rainbow baby, our precious miracle that comes after miscarriage.
You have such an amazing father. Such a wonderful big brother. He will be so happy to meet you!! I know he will help take good care of you. You have two precious big siblings with Jesus as well and someday we will all be together.
Sometimes I feel like it will be forever until I can meet you. Until I can get some sign that you will in fact one day be a reality. But I have hope. Hope that someday you will become two pink lines. That you will grow in my belly and I will be nauseous and starving because of you. That you will kick me in the ribs and as I rub away the pain I will smile knowing that my precious little one caused it.
You are our precious miracle. I hope to meet you soon, but I am content to wait. I know that God’s timing in giving you to us will be perfect.
I love you more than words can express.