For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb. I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; marvelous are Your works, and that my soul knows very well. My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them. How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How great is the sum of them! (Psalm 139:13-17)
May 5 – Today my life began. My parents do not know it yet. I am as small as a seed of an apple, but it is I already. And I am to be a girl. I shall have blond hair and blue eyes. Just about everything is settled though, even the fact that I shall love flowers.
May 19 – Some say that I am not a real person yet, that only my mother exists. But I am a real person, just as a small crumb of bread is yet truly bread. My mother is. And I am.
May 23 – My mouth is just beginning to open now. Just think, in a year or so I shall be laughing and later talking. I know what my first word will be: “mama.”
May 25 – My heart began to beat today all by itself. From now on it shall gently beat for the rest of my life without ever stopping to rest. And after many years it will tire. It will stop, and then I shall die.
June 2 – I am growing a bit every day. My arms and legs are beginning to take shape. But I have to wait a long time yet before those little legs will raise me to my mother’s arms before these little arms will be able to gather flowers and embrace my father.
June 12 – Tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hands. Funny how small they are. I’ll be able to stroke my mother’s hair with them.
June 20 – It wasn’t until today that the doctor told mom that I am living here under her heart. Oh, how happy she must be. Are you happy, mom?
June 25 – My mom and dad are probably thinking about a name for me. But they don’t even know that I am a little girl. I want to be called Kathy. I am getting so big already.
July 10 – My hair is growing. It is smooth and bright and shiny. I wonder what kind of hair mom has.
July 13 – I am just about able to see. It is dark around me. When mom brings me into the world it will be full of sunshine and flowers. But what I want more than anything is to see my mom. How do you look, mom?
July 24 – I wonder if mom hears the whispering of my heart. Some children come into the world a little sick. But my heart is strong and healthy. It beats so evenly; tup-tup, tup-tup. You’ll have a healthy little daughter, mom.
July 28 – Today my mother killed me.
(Submitted by Kent Heaton)