A letter to the baby
Dear baby,
Hey there little one growing in my tummy. Im sitting here and its late at night, and don’t tell your daddy but I’m still up. Im still up and eating pudding. But shh, you don’t know that sweetie. Its our little secret okay? I hope you inherit my sense of yummily goodness not your fathers. Daddy thinks things like rice cakes and fruit and other healthy things are yummy. But we both know the truth don’t we sweetheart? Yummy things mean sugar. They mean cookies and pudding and candy. As long as you brush your teeth after, and drink lots of water. But I hope you inherit your daddys good looks and his big heart. Though he would say the same things about me. I do hope you get my hair though, since his is so crazy.
I love you baby. As I sit here now, one hands running over my tummy, and I know your snuggly and warm and safe inside. I hope you know how much your loved, I hope you can feel all the love your surrounded by, the love you were conceived in. Your daddys so worried about what might happen to you, its because he loves you so much. And he’s afraid something bad might happen and he’d loose you. And he doesn’t want that, not after he lost Adam and Clara. I worry about that too. But I know that Adam and Clara and Jake will be your angels, and they’ll watch out for you always, and I know they’ll keep you safe.
I cant wait to be able to feel you kick and move in me sweetie. To find out if you’re a boy or a girl, so we can name you. Daddy got your nursery ready, cleaned out our offices to make spaces. I cant tell who’s more excited, him or me. I cant wait to sing to you and read you stories and feed you and hold you and rock you to sleep at night. I love you so much already, and I know that loves just gonna grow as you grow inside of me. I love you baby.
Love,
Your mommy.
Hey there little one growing in my tummy. Im sitting here and its late at night, and don’t tell your daddy but I’m still up. Im still up and eating pudding. But shh, you don’t know that sweetie. Its our little secret okay? I hope you inherit my sense of yummily goodness not your fathers. Daddy thinks things like rice cakes and fruit and other healthy things are yummy. But we both know the truth don’t we sweetheart? Yummy things mean sugar. They mean cookies and pudding and candy. As long as you brush your teeth after, and drink lots of water. But I hope you inherit your daddys good looks and his big heart. Though he would say the same things about me. I do hope you get my hair though, since his is so crazy.
I love you baby. As I sit here now, one hands running over my tummy, and I know your snuggly and warm and safe inside. I hope you know how much your loved, I hope you can feel all the love your surrounded by, the love you were conceived in. Your daddys so worried about what might happen to you, its because he loves you so much. And he’s afraid something bad might happen and he’d loose you. And he doesn’t want that, not after he lost Adam and Clara. I worry about that too. But I know that Adam and Clara and Jake will be your angels, and they’ll watch out for you always, and I know they’ll keep you safe.
I cant wait to be able to feel you kick and move in me sweetie. To find out if you’re a boy or a girl, so we can name you. Daddy got your nursery ready, cleaned out our offices to make spaces. I cant tell who’s more excited, him or me. I cant wait to sing to you and read you stories and feed you and hold you and rock you to sleep at night. I love you so much already, and I know that loves just gonna grow as you grow inside of me. I love you baby.
Love,
Your mommy.