Before I met you, I had dreams about holding a baby girl, heavy in my arms. Tonight I held you tight against my chest and sang you to sleep. Before I met you, I worried and wondered if I would feel the things I was supposed to when I saw you. The day I saw your face my heart broke into a thousand pieces for every day we'd spent apart. Before I met you, I prayed I was enough, I hoped I was right. The moment I saw you, I knew you were my daughter and I was your mother.