There are songs that we enjoy, songs that make us dance, and songs that simply pass through our lives without leaving much behind. And then there are songs that seem to find us at the perfect moment, wrapping around our hearts and becoming part of our own story. I Knew I Loved You by Savage Garden was always a beautiful song to me, but it wasn’t until I was pregnant that its meaning truly became something deeper—something life-changing.
As I carried my baby inside me, that song became a soundtrack to my emotions, a melody that put words to a love I had already felt long before I would ever see her face. Every time I sang it, it felt like a promise, like a whisper of fate confirming that she and I were meant to find each other. The lyrics spoke of a love that existed even before meeting someone, and that was exactly what I felt. I had never seen her eyes, never touched her tiny fingers, never heard her cry—but I loved her with all that I was.
I would sing to her softly, my hand resting on my belly, feeling the gentle flutters of her little movements. Each kick, each shift, was like a response, as if she knew I was talking to her through the music. It became our little ritual, one that made my love for her even more tangible. Some nights, I would sing it through quiet tears, overwhelmed with the thought that soon, this love that had been growing inside me would finally take shape in the form of my daughter. The anticipation was almost unbearable.
There were moments when the lyrics would hit me so hard that I had to stop and take a deep breath. I knew I loved you before I met you, I think I dreamed you into life. How perfect were those words? It was as if the song had been written for every mother who had ever carried a child, for every parent who had loved their baby long before they arrived. Because that’s what it felt like—I had dreamed of her, imagined her, and loved her long before she was in my arms.
The closer I got to meeting her, the more emotional I became every time I heard the song. I would close my eyes and picture holding her, seeing her for the first time, memorizing every tiny feature of her face. I imagined the warmth of her skin, the softness of her hair, and the way her tiny fingers would wrap around mine. Singing that song to her made me feel connected in a way that words alone could never express. It was as if, through the music, she already knew how much I adored her.
Sometimes, I would play the song softly in the background, letting it fill the space around me while I prepared for her arrival. Folding tiny clothes, setting up her crib, picturing what life would be like when she was finally here—it all felt so surreal. The excitement, the nerves, the overwhelming love—it was a mix of emotions so powerful that it brought me to tears more times than I could count.
When she finally arrived, when I held her for the first time, it was everything I had dreamed of and more. She was perfect. She was real. And as I looked at her tiny face, I knew that the love I had felt for her all those months was just the beginning. That song, the one I had sung to her over and over, now carried even more meaning. She had been listening all along, and now she was here, safe in my arms.
Even now, when I hear I Knew I Loved You, it takes me back to those moments. It reminds me of the deep, undeniable connection that existed before we ever met. It reminds me of the love that started long before her first breath, a love that will never fade. That song is more than just a melody to me now—it’s a memory, a feeling, a part of our journey together. And every time I hear it, I smile, knowing that I truly did love her before I ever met her.
I Knew I Loved You Before I Met You
