27 weeks 6 days

Dearest Cauliflower,

I worry about everything. I'm sure, as you're reading this, you've learned that about me. I'm sure you know that I worry about things before they're even an issue. I worry about things YEARS down the road. Right now, my biggest worries involve you.

I worry you're going to be developmentally challenged. I worry you're going to be stillborn. I worry you're going to have colic. I worry you're going to be autistic. I worry about whether or not cloth diapers will work. I worry whether you're going to get along with Nixon. I worry about what to feed you. I worry about how to guide you when you're too young to understand reason. I worry about temper tantrums. I worry you're going to hate me...

I worry.

I also hope. I also dream.

I hope you're going to have your dad's intelligence and compassion. I hope you're going to be curious about the world and everything in it. I hope you're going to know when to speak and when to listen. I hope you find your passion. I hope you find love. I hope you're brave and honest. I hope you find peace and happiness. I hope you can build things with your hands and solve puzzles with your mind. I hope you're healthy. I hope you're kind. I hope you're outgoing. I hope you make time for the little things that are so very important. I hope you stand up for what's right. I hope you're open-minded. I hope you're giving. I hope you never lose your sense of wonder...

There are so many things I hope for you. I want you to be a good person who loves and is loved.

I cannot wait to hold you in my arms. I'm so very excited to meet you. I'm excited to go on adventures with you. I'm excited to explore and learn about the world from your perspective. I wonder what amazing things we're going to explore together. In 10-12 short weeks, you'll be here.

I'm so scared and so excited.

You've been kicking me as I write this. It's one of my favorite feelings. I've never been as close to anyone as I am to you, right now. I love knowing that you're there & you're growing. I love watching my stomach move when you kick hard. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it tickles, but I always love it. I never thought I could love someone that I've never even met.

I love you... more than you could possibly know.


-Mom