When the King was born

I was astounded by how easily I was taken by his very presence.  I think he spent 37 weeks convincing me to love his little flutters, his gentle and then powerful kicks, his caresses from within.  And then when he was finally free from captivity he needn’t do anything except exist in whatever form God gave him, because I was already hooked.  Oh how I adore my boy.

Sure am tired!
13ya
Are you the one that’s been talking to me?
9ya
Aww, shucks Daddy, you love me…
15ya
One more flashy thing and… hey, this finger works…
24ya

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