Everytime I hear a good song, I imagine the way I'll give birth to you. All the strange noises and faces I'll make, and how Daddy will hold me and talk sweet to me. How our doula, Janna, will try to make sure I am happy and okay. How peaceful and exciting it will be. And most of all, how you'll look when Daddy holds you up to me to show me your beautiful face. A lot of the time it makes me cry thnking about how special it'll be, but daddy says he understands- and he thinks he won't be able to hold back tears either. Sometimes I just lay for a while and think about these things. I was so scared to have you in the beginning, but right now, I feel like I could do it any time, any place. I feel like this is what I was meant to do, and that you need me to. I feel like I can do this, and I will.
I cannot wait to see you. I just want you to know, that even though you weren't planned, and the circumstances weren't perfect when you sprouted inside me, right now we've never wanted anything/anyone more, loved anything/anyone more, or been so exhilarated to meet some one more, in our entire lives. You weren't planned and things have never been perfect for us as a couple, but we plan to love, teach, and be there for you, today, and every day after. Know that you are the best surprise we could have never anticipated, Little Foot.
Love,
Mom and Dad
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