Watching her sleep-

Tiny chest rising softly up and down,

Lips still sucking as she dreams.

Her room around you is bricked high with folded diapers,

Ruffled Rompers,

Blankets of every possible color and pattern.

Before? This room? An office? A den?

Now everything is new.

Especially her tucked in your arms.

You practiced the name, tried it out as you felt her in your belly.

“Mom”

And now it’s yours, as is she.

Your first Mothers Day with the two that matter most,

And it couldn’t be happier.

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