At random times throughout my day, I find myself thinking about her:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the woman who will carry our baby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sometimes I wonder about the specifics. Is she my age? Where is she from? What is her family like?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Most of the time, I imagine a vague silhouette of a woman that will forever change my life. My feelings are comprised of one part intimidation, one part compassion, and one part fear. I want so many things for her. I want to know her. I want her to be pleased, to trust me… with the greatest sacrifice of her life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I think that is where my strongest fear lies: in the fact that the enormity of what she is giving up is being placed into my hands. I never, for even one second of my life thereafter, want to forget the significance of that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The fears she will be facing are great, but I would want her to know that I am scared too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I would want her to see my intimidation, compassion and fear and to believe that every part of me wants to honor her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The mother that I am, and the mother that I will continue to become will be dedicated to that very endeavor- honoring her and her sacrifice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
More than anything, I hope she will see that our mutual love for the precious child before us can both unite us and break down every fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I see our child’s mannerisms, quirks, and physical features, I will think of beautiful her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When they smile for the first time, roll over, take their first steps, or read their first word, there she will be, in my mind’s eye and in my heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I will think of her bravery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I will marvel at her wisdom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I will honor her kindness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’ll tell them all about her; about how she loves them, how much she cares about them. That she loves them deeper than they can know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My family and I will commit to holding her in the highest esteem and regarding her for all of our days as the hero she is.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
May the depths of her pain not be lost on us, and may our family be a stronghold; a stepping stone for her dreams.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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