So here in my hands is my heart. I have taken it from where it has been hiding from all the pain, the worry, the happiness and the excitement. I have dragged it out from its safe place, the place it couldn't get damaged again, the place no possible harm could come to it. It came out kicking and screaming but my baby kept pulling and tugging, and wouldn't give up.
So here now, it slowly beats in my hands.
Open and exposed to the dangerous world.
It is very scarred from previous battles of love and loss, but the biggest and deepest cuts of all carve out four letters.
But still it beats on. For my baby. For my babies. For the little girl I held in my arms nearly nine months ago.
And now for the little girl who is wriggling around inside my womb. I have fallen for her, there is no going back now. I have opened my heart to her. I love her.