It was in January 1995, twenty years ago, when I was four months or so pregnant that I was fortunate enough to feel the very first steps of our baby son.
I was having a lie down in the afternoon, with the winter sun pouring in the window, when I felt it ~ that indescribable knocking on my very being.
That was when it all became real. There was a little person limbering up, letting me know that he was there.
Those early kicks were as gentle as the flapping of a butterfly’s wings. The mere thought of them still leaves me in awe.