Last week I held your Dad's hand as a technician told us you were a boy. I gasped with delight.
You've been real to us for awhile now but this cements it even more.
We grinned and giggled as you bounced around, showing us your heart, your brain, and your little tongue working in your mouth. When the technician whispered, "look at that - you all made ribs," I gasped. When you kicked your feet like you were dancing, I gasped, and thought my heart might burst right out of my chest.
You already take my breath away and I hope that never changes.
All my love,