Child,
Tonight I felt you move for the first time. We laid in bed and I read Charlotte's Web to you and your Mom. She told me you were moving around and so I pressed my hand against your belly home. I can only imagine your gymnastics, magical swimmer that you are. It could have been a hand, reaching out to hold my own. It could have been a foot, kicking me out of there for intruding. It could have been your whole body, bouncing somersaults in your zero gravity chamber. It was a fierce jolt of love and electricity that shot through my arm and into my heart. I pushed my face into that belly and kissed your little hand, your little foot, your fierce heart beating.
There you are.
Pa-
