That's where we were, Matthew and I, when he bent his knee and asked me if I would marry him. It's one of the places in the world that has a frozen memory attached to it. A slippery climb to the top of the playground in a short, black dress, with the man I love. We met there, you know. On the soccer field a few feet away. We slid through dew covered grass many Saturday mornings making the best kind of innocent memories, and then one day Matthew decided to give me another memory there. I'd say yes again, three years later, without blinking.
There's a baby in my tummy. It probably has blonde hair, soccer skills, a love for singing, and a quick mind. When I think about him or her, I always imagine the wonder in their eyes when Matt teaches them something for the first time. I'm looking forward to so much about this little one. There it is. Sticking out for the world to see. Strangers don't comment yet, unless I'm in the baby section of a store. That's ok, they'll see you soon enough. Only 24 more weeks inside, and in less than a month, we'll know what your name is!