to my son.

To my son,

This is us now, tonight, 26 weeks along. We're pretty cute together, if I do say so myself.

I don't normally write on the weekends but your big sister is sleeping and your dad's visiting family, and since it's just you and me tonight, I thought I'd write a little letter to you.

I think you should know, I love our date nights. And in case you didn't know, every night is a date night while you're within me and really, you're a perfect date. You make me smile, you make me laugh, and you jump around with excitement whenever I eat ice cream.

I hope you don't mind that I'll be your very first love, as flawed and imperfect as I am, and as fragile and broken as I am. But I pinky promise you, I will always hold your heart in mine, as dependable as the sun is, rising in the morning, so is my love for you, for I love you always, all the days of your life and mine, and for all eternity thereafter.

And for anyone who's ever questioned the validity of your sweet, precious in utero life...feeling you kick, nudge, and wiggle around within me, already knowing your schedule, and recognizing the difference between you and your sister's belly movements and how you each are uniquely different, even in the womb, confirms all the beauty of life at it's earliest stages...and what an honor it is to keep you safe and protected within me.

So, here's to the remaining two and half months of back-to-back ice cream date nights with my littlest man, I can't wait to kiss your sweet face.

 ♥  mama

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