These sounds you make, this music that begins down in your place of fire, in your place of earth -- it enters my belly and reaches the busy little mass of cells. The brilliant and perfectly forming being that emerges, emerges, that will emerge as your child.
My child.
Our child.
Sure to be soothed by the music we create. Sure to be enveloped and held by a lullaby, rocked by a symphony, sure to be safe in music.
Your music.
My music.
Our music.
Fear not, I trust you with my life. Remember what we vowed; 'to grow ever more tolerant with the world and with each other.'
Let's hold hands and souls, place your hands on my belly, my hands on your hands, and we'll strive together.
Your path.
My path.
Our child's path....
Us three and beyond.
Ever yours,
Kimba
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Your came into our community, and shook us up.
Loosened out tongues, loosened out minds, loosened out inhibitions.
Some looked at you askance, other like me made room for you in our hearts.
Some of us lived vicariously through you, as your shared your life with us. While we were stuck at our desks, you transported us the other side of the world, and made our lives just that little bit richer.
We shared in the planning of one of the most important days of your life, you gave to each of us a little piece of yourself, and yet it in no way diminished you, and in my eyes in fact made you grow.
Now we share in your latest journey, the journey of life itself.
May the road ahead be paved with health, happiness and cemented together with love and joy.
And thank you, for enriching my life as you share your own.
Blessings to you, Ry and the little pouch dweller.
Leigh
XOXO
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