Sometimes I look at my babies and I swear

 Sometimes I look at my babies and I swear…

they feel hand-picked.

Like someone I loved and lost whispered,
“Give her this one.
She needs them.”

And maybe that’s why their souls feel familiar.
Why their little faces feel like pieces of people I miss.
Why holding them feels like coming home.

I don’t know how heaven works.
But I like to think the people who loved us first
had a say in the ones we’d love next.
That they sent us the babies who would heal things
we didn’t know were still broken.

So if your child ever feels like a miracle,
or a second chance,
or the softest reminder that you’re still loved…

Maybe it’s because they were chosen for you
long before you ever held them.