Someone once told me

 Someone once told me that the loved ones we’ve lost handpick the babies we’re meant to carry.

That before we even knew we were pregnant, they were already loving our child from a place we can’t see.
A place just beyond the veil.

Maybe that’s why some babies feel like home.
Like holding them is somehow a reunion.
Like your heart is remembering something it forgot it was missing.

I like to believe that someone I had to say goodbye to
Got the chance to say hello to my baby first.
That love is passed down soul to soul.
And that’s why this bond feels so much bigger than just us.

It’s not just biology alone.
It’s legacy.
It’s magic.
It’s love that never left.