Love at First Sight

Okay, I know you’re expecting some sexy little post about the first gorgeous man I ever met or the first time I saw my lovely husband. But you know, the more I thought about love at first sight, the more I pictured my beautiful daughter and the first time I saw her.

It was at my Mid-trimester ultrasound. There I was, lying on that cold bed with sticky jelly all over my belly and the nurse running that machine around. Look, there’s her toes and fingers! There’s her face and arms.

Um…yea. It all looked like a jigsaw puzzle to me. All squiggles and rounded edges.

And then that little bundle of life hiccuped! I blinked. Did she just… And then she did it again. The cutest thing I’d ever seen! Or felt. There was a strange little flutter near my stomach and I saw her little body jump with another hiccup.

My little darling! Before, I knew I was pregnant and had to eat right and take my vitamins. But now, there was my and my husband’s child rolling around inside me. It’s like she instantly became real. My heart filled up for this little person. I couldn’t wait to meet her!

Definately, love at first sight. You can talk all you want to about the instant attraction for some sexy man/woman. But I’ve never felt anything more profound than the love that swept through me. Those baby hiccups brought my girl to life for me.

And now my daughter is twenty-one years old, an intelligent, beautiful woman I couldn’t be more proud of. Ah me, isn’t love grand?

About diannehartsock

Author of paranormal/suspense, fantasy/adventure, m/m romance and anything else that comes to mind. Oh, and a floral designer.
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1 Response to Love at First Sight

  1. Kai Strand says:

    A beautiful young lady, indeed. And she’s smart and she’s kind. Thanks for sharing your sweet story!

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