Newness

One baby
Turns quickly into two.
Two little ones
Crawling
Walking
Running
Into your arms
Over and over again
One baby
Turns quickly into two.
No time to think
No time to wonder
Here they are
And they are perfect.
They are
you
and
him
In one being.
But now two.
What will she look like when she's older?
What will she look like when she's born?
The questions stay the same
But the newness of life
Is ever-changing
And throbbing inside you
Withing your pounding heart.
You're scared.
You wonder.
You ponder.
You think.
And then you see her.
And then you see her.
Everything comes together
Now.
Everything
Just
Makes
Sense.
One baby?
Nah.  Life is better with two.