It was you all along. It was your hands I’d feel inside of me, how you put them in fists by your face and move them in circles. I felt that inside. It was your elbows and knees I’d see poking out through my belly. It was your head I was referring to when I kept asking my family, “have I dropped yet?!” It was you who I prayed for, even before you were conceived. It was you who I sang to and talked to all day and night. It was you who erased my waistline and gave me nausea, the mommy waddle, every food aversion, hormonal acne, nerve pain, and explosive burps. It was you who I have loved, and love even more now that we’ve officially met in the fresh air. My precious London Joanne, you are the most beautiful gift and I love being your Mommy.