Remembering...

I just read a good friend's blog. Her little boy is six months old, and she posted a newborn picture next to a recent one. Just looking at how much her little boy has grown made my eyes water. I got to thinking about Jack and how far we've all come. The first weeks were so hard with the colic. I was just cleaning out some documents on my computer and found a poem I wrote when I was just a few weeks pregnant. I'm not claiming to be a poet or anything, but this just seems to capture what I was feeling (and still do) about my role in Jack's life and his in mine.

I loved you when you were an idea, conceived from love and wanting.
I felt you before you attached yourself to my inner being, feeding off my joy and worry.
I know at this moment I am creating a legacy that will thrive beyond my existence and whisper what I once was.
Your dependence on me mirrors my need for you.
My hope, happiness, and strength reside within your possibility.