Today was a big day. I found out you are you, a precious girl. I had tears of joy streaming down my face through the whole ultrasound. I love you so much already, all 5.5 inches of you. You were just busy as ever in there, moving so fast they had a tough time getting accurate measurements. I thought, Oh yes, that’s definitely my girl. Your dad said you have a Pemberton nose; that’s your grandmother’s family. I have been praying for you and will never stop. I’ve been praying about what kind of girl you are. I’ve been praying about our relationship. Been praying for your future spouse, about the pregnancy and delivery.
Tonight I went to the Natalie Merchant concert at the symphony. You were more active than I’ve ever felt you. Either you are a big fan or were kicking to make it stop. The music was beautiful, so I hope it was dancing going on in there. Anyway, through the whole concert I kept thinking, one day I will be able to bring you to something like this. I daydreamed about us blasting the music on the car ride home singing our hearts out.
I already ran out and bought you a dress. I’m so excited about you I can’t contain it. I even told the shopkeeper about you. I also promptly told everyone on Facebook about you by posting the poem Sugar and Spice . . .
Little girl, no matter what you are like, I love you. I can’t wait to meet you. Hold you. Braid your hair. Play dress up and have tea parties. Or stomp around in the mud if that’s more your thing. I ask just one thing: go easy on me when you become a teenager.
Love you already,