I think I’ve reached that point… the point where I just don’t want to wait any longer.
Sure, I could be more uncomfortable. Sure, I could have more things crossed off of my nesting “to-do” list. Sure, I could be more rested. Sure, I could have had more play time with Big Brother and more dates with Daddy.
But none of it matters.
I’m just so excited to meet you and hold you and kiss you and see you.
There is a part of me that wants to wait. For now… you are mine. I share you with none and I like it that way.
But soon, you will belong to the world.
And that is the way it should be.
Daddy loves you and needs you. Levi, no doubt, will love you and need you. And the world already loves you and needs you.
Little one, we couldn’t be anticipating your arrival more. I only hope we can do your entrance justice with our tears and cheers.
Because, oh boy, you are celebrated!
You are strong now – always moving, growing steadily, weighing in around seven pounds, constantly hiccuping, keeping me up at night, stretching and tapping, twisting and bumping, head-butting my bladder, making me waddle, pinching my nerves, sticking your bum out, reminding me of your presence, taking up my dreams, and constantly invading my thoughts.
You are so present, so alive, so amazing.
And I think you’re nearly ready to meet the world.
Yup, I have my suspicions that you want to meet us as much as we want to meet you.
Love you baby. Forever. Always. And more…
Dear friends, I usually don’t post letters like this on the Memos. I have personal blogs for my boys that I write letters to them each month. But this one? This one I wanted to share. Because let’s be honest, I’m nearly there… and there’s not much else on my mind these days than meeting my sweet boy face-to-face.