You’re here.

I feel like I should have known, by the overpowering sensation of ground shift that happened the night prior to your homecoming. that I was ready. I remember saying to you something to the effect of, “I’m ready, baby. I need this part to be over. Come whenever.” All this after I had collapsed putting your sister to bed and noticing my feet were so swollen I could barely make out my ankles from my legs.

And now you’re here, with us. And it’s perfect. I couldn’t have asked for a more exact day. Everything happened just as I/we planned it at a time when the skies opened up for us in more ways than one in order to bring you here safely.

It’s been three weeks since you swiftly graced us with your presence and it feels like the most natural thing to have you here. Everything about you has felt so since the moment we conceived you, and I’m not sure if it’s felt that way because of how aligned I was with you spiritually, or because your pregnancy was designed so intentionally in every way, but you’re certainly working your magic on us already.