I’ve never met you, but I know you. You squirm and kick throughout the day, but are most active late at night. You don’t listen to authority and absolutely hate when people invade your personal space. You love to push boundaries and aren’t afraid to snap back. I hold you with my right hand, and gently pat your rump while I sing. You love the motion of my body while I dance and while daddy and I toss and turn beneath the sheets. You love the sound of running water and the barking of dogs. You’re fixated on sucking on your fingers, just like mommy did when she was little. You have your fathers eyes and your mothers rebellious spirit. I’ve never met you, but I know you. You’re a perfect stranger, but I love you.