I love you, although I have never met you. You are my daughter’s donor.
One year. My girl is one year old, and it’s impossible not to reflect on the gratitude I feel. It’s that painful kind of gratitude. The kind that takes your breath away and brings you to tears. It is gratitude for a year that began with labor pains and ended with so many amazing firsts.
How did I get so lucky?
The beauty of witnessing the person you love most in this world change with every rising sun is indescribable. Thank you, thank you, thank you for her.
I know I would not be here if it weren’t for you. I would not have known the greatest love of all. I would not have had the opportunity to embrace baby snuggles, snort along with the belly laughs, or wipe away the tears.
It’s a selfless thing that you have done as a donor. Having given the gift of life to not only her but me as well. Before she was born, I was caught in a cycle of going through the motions with little joy and satisfaction. It’s different now. I feel alive, AND I am living!
I look at my daughter and wonder, will she grow to be tall like you? Will she want to meet you some day and thank you for bringing us together? What questions might she have for you?
I hope that she remains strong in her worth and that as the child of an SMBC (single mother by choice), she continues to value strength and independence.
There is so much for the two of us to learn, challenges to navigate, and adventures to be had. It’s exhilarating. I am blessed to live this life and be growing right alongside her.
