You're not even a gleam in your mother's eye yet. You're just a dream in my heart. You're not mine to hold yet, and even when you become mine, I suspect you will never be mine.
I want you, Little One. I want you so much it hurts.
Little dream in my heart, I'm waiting for you. I can hardly believe that I will really get to hold you someday.
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