Two Years ago I couldn’t wait to meet you. I wondered what you would look like. Would you have Dad’s nose? Would you have my eyes? Would you cry a lot or would you be quiet and content? Would you be a good eater and a good sleeper or would we have countless midnight sing alongs and feedings?
I would sit in your nursery in your rocker and imagine what it would be like to hold you and rock you to sleep. Imagining the unknown scenarios of what it would be like to be your Mom. Happy and scared. Would I be good at being your Mom? Would I know what to do?
I did know a few things…
I would love you more than I could fathom.
Your father and I would be the luckiest parents in the world.
And no matter what, I would always do everything in my power to protect you and make you happy.
Then you got here. And things just fell into place. I learned that you do have my eyes, but you still look just like your Daddy. You
were are a very happy baby. Content, but not always quiet. You were always a good sleeper, but that isn’t surprising now because you are great at everything you do. You are strong and so capable for such a little peanut. You are so much fun! You make me laugh. And you make me cry because I was right about those 3 little things.
And I will always do EVERYTHING in my power to protect you and make you happy!