Never thought I'll be the one saying this.
Not in my wildest dreams.
But then again,
Lately my dreams are mostly of you, my child.
Of how incredibly I miss you,
Although I've never actually met you.
Of the joy you bring.
Of the laughter with which you fill any empty room.
Of the ten million questions you ask when encountering something new.
And for you, almost everything is new.
And of amazement in your eyes
As you venture out exploring the world at your feet.
Never in the million years would I have thought I will be the one saying this.