Do you know what I remember? In the wee hours of the morning I remember seeing your round little face. I immediately recognized you. When I awoke later that Wednesday morning I was scared that I wouldn't remember, afraid they would bring me the wrong baby. But when the nurse brought you in to me I did know you. Your face. I knew it. I dreamed it. I grew it. Deep inside of me I knew you. And. I loved you. Even before you were born.
And forever.
Shalom, Daughter.
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