Dear little man,
I’m not gonna lie. I’m done with being pregnant. Sorry. It’s summer. It’s hot. And I’ve taken swelling to a whole ‘nother level.
But the other night something more important than all of that happened.
I was overcome with the desire to hold you. You are finally reality. You are GOING to make it. And I want to hold you in my arms and never let go. Okay…well by kindergarten maybe.
I love you. And though it seemed like you came at such an awful time – YOU…you little man are a gift. And I can’t believe that I get the privilege of being your mom. Just as a warning – I’m totally not perfect. I’m guessing if you’ve listened in the womb, you realize that. But I love you. And though it’s sometimes hard – I’m GOING to give you my best.
We can’t wait to meet you. And just so you know…if you decide to make your appearance on June 27th…2 days after our last wedding before your due date, you will automatically be my favorite. Forever.
I love you,