Remember when the nurses first put you on my chest and you looked up at me with those same eyes, like you’d known me forever? Remember how I looked down at you and then up at your dad and just said, “I love her,” and I did. I’ve never stopped. It’s a love that we’ve nurtured and felt grow, year after year, minute after minute. It’s a love that doesn’t complicate things, a love I don’t have to justify or work for. It’s simply present and budding and magnificent. It’s a garden that’s spring all year round. It’s a record that never stops singing. I knew that I was pregnant with you immediately. I felt plural one day and never stopped. You’re like the baby kangaroo in my pouch. We are one. You are the very best thing that has ever happened to me. Growing old with you is the greatest privilege I’ve been granted. I hope you always know that I’ll try to do my best by you. I know that I haven’t been perfect. I may be the queen of giving up, but I will never ever give up on you. I love you, Scarfish. Way way more than you know.