Want to touch my belly? Please let me know before you do but touch, by all means.
Want to feel her kicking? Bring me some pineapple juice and we will make that happen.
Ask me about her, say her name, tell me you're still praying. I need to hear it.
If God takes her before I'm ready I need to make sure she's not forgotten.
A million thanks to a man who went out of his way to tell me he's expecting a miracle for us and didn't let my teary eyes deter him.