I grew a little home. A warm, comfy home, and inside that home I grew you.
The strong walls were built with good intentions, the roof grew from the ground up, out of hopes and dreams and the whole thing radiated with love.
It started out small, this home I built for you, but it grew and grew and grew until it was quite a magnificent size.
It kept you warm and safe.
You kicked and wriggled, blew bubbles and listened to the world around you, dancing happily to the sound of my voice.
Yes, it’s bigger than others still, but it housed you, my babies, so how can it ever be anything but beautiful?
I hope I will always be your home.
I hope that is what you see when you look at me.
I grew a home.
I grew you.
You grew me.