Stealing this one from my husband. Before she was born, this was a poem he wrote to our now 9 year old daughter….They don’t stay tiny very long. Cherish it all.
The waiting, the wanting, for the day,
An arrival in a very special way.
First breath, tiny feet, tiny ears,
Tiny eyes, tiny hands, tiny tears.
Know you will be loved, have no fear,
Because you’re loved even before you’re here.