An open letter to my daughter

Dear baby,

2 more months and you’ll be making your arrival. Hopefully. (Please don’t be late, baby. You know how I feel about being punctual!)

In just 2 short months we’ll get to meet, face-to-face. Finally. You’ll get to match the voice you’ve been hearing to my face. I’ll get to see who’s been shifting and moving all over my tummy every day. I’ll get to see you, rather than just hear your heartbeat and wonder at what you look like.

We’ll get to gaze at each other for hours. We’ll get to smile at each other. I’ll get to hold you and cuddle you and kiss your face. You’ll get to keep me up at nights. (And that will be completely okay.)

When you’re sad, I’ll hold you. And try to make you feel better. When you’re tired, I’ll nap with you. (So will your Daddy. We like our naps.) When you’re hungry, we’ll feed you. And, when you get bigger, we’ll play together. And laugh. And be silly. I can’t wait to be silly with you.

I’ll watch your little personality come out more and more every day. You’ll see what Mama’s all about. You’ll have a Daddy who adores you to bits and pieces.

It’s going to be amazing.

We’re looking forward to meeting you, baby. You’re going to make us so happy. And we’re going to try to make you feel loved and supported and cared for, every single minute.

That’s what Moms and Dads do for their little Mini-Me.

And that’s what we’ll do for you.

I promise.

Love,
Mommy