Writing and wanting to write are two different beasts. Putting pen to paper or in this case, fingers to keys takes the extra step required to record thoughts.
Things I remember of you:
Seeing you for the first time as a very cute bump in your mum's tummy.
Feeling you thump on the womb.
The first ultrasound pic of you, so little and perfect.
Watching you break out of your bubble as you emerged from your mum's womb, I grabbed you and held you in wonder. New life.
Sleeping that night with you across my chest, feeling you rise and fall with my breath.
Giving you my little finger to suck as the doctor took some blood from your foot.
Being able to hold you as you sat in one hand, that's one of my favourite memories that one. You used to fit just on one hand. Warm and soft. My daughter. First born child.
Loved you the moment I saw you.
Lotus.
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