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December 11, 2002
Dear Zachary,

No matter what anyone else believes, I know THIS is your first Christmas. I don’t care that you’re still womb-enclosed, or that the only external signs of you are the sporadic shudders of mommy’s belly, or the sonar-like whooshing of the heart monitor during our monthly doctor’s visits.

To me, you’re God’s-hands-enclosed, and the internal signs are the constant flutters of joy in my stomach, and the ever-pounding beating of my heart that echoes your name, letting me know I could not die happy without seeing you outside the womb, outside God’s hands, within my own.

Love,
Poppy