Letter to my daughter
Dear Carolina,
I stood outside the hospital three days ago and looked up at blue sky, fully-bloomed green trees and thought to myself that it was a good day for you to come into this world. Standing in the concrete parking lot, I felt a hard wind blow in the air. The trees danced above me like laughing children standing in a playground. That was when I knew it was a good day for you to come into the world.
The day you were born there was a chill in the air. Thirty years from now, you may be standing outside this same April day, the day your mother gave birth to you, and feel the heat moving in for the coming summer. You may laugh and smile and wonder how it could ever hit 27 degrees in April. Even as I sit here typing this, I wonder the same thing to myself. But it did.
I walked into the hospital, passed by a few smiling people, one man strolled by, a child carrier in his hands, a small baby was hidden underneath a white blanket, its little eyes sticking out. It smiled at me and I wondered when you came into this world if you would do the same thing. I walked upstairs, into the hospital room and there was your mother lying in the bed, the exhaustion wrapped around her face. But there was a lump underneath her blanket I knew was you.
It was a good day for you to come in this world, Carolina.
I stood outside the hospital three days ago and looked up at blue sky, fully-bloomed green trees and thought to myself that it was a good day for you to come into this world. Standing in the concrete parking lot, I felt a hard wind blow in the air. The trees danced above me like laughing children standing in a playground. That was when I knew it was a good day for you to come into the world.
The day you were born there was a chill in the air. Thirty years from now, you may be standing outside this same April day, the day your mother gave birth to you, and feel the heat moving in for the coming summer. You may laugh and smile and wonder how it could ever hit 27 degrees in April. Even as I sit here typing this, I wonder the same thing to myself. But it did.
I walked into the hospital, passed by a few smiling people, one man strolled by, a child carrier in his hands, a small baby was hidden underneath a white blanket, its little eyes sticking out. It smiled at me and I wondered when you came into this world if you would do the same thing. I walked upstairs, into the hospital room and there was your mother lying in the bed, the exhaustion wrapped around her face. But there was a lump underneath her blanket I knew was you.
It was a good day for you to come in this world, Carolina.