I hope you know how much I love you. I didn't really sing to you, talk to you, or obsess over nursery details for you. I've talked about you a lot, though. I've told your big sister over and over how much you love her, and how much she's going to love you. I've taken my prenatals religiously, and made sure to eat as healthy as possible. I've gone to all of the doctor appointments, followed directions, and now we're just waiting.
Waiting to meet you. Waiting to begin our life together as a family of four.
We probably won't take as many pictures of you, or scramble for the video camera at your every single move. But you know what? We don't love you any less. We're just more relaxed now, and I think we'll enjoy your infancy a little more.
You won't come home to a fancy house, or even a relatively clean one for that matter. Sometimes, things are pretty chaotic around here. But it's warm and absolutely full of love (and a generous amount of laughter).
I hope your big sister treats you well. I'll try to keep her from picking on you when I'm not looking, cutting your hair, telling you scary stories and otherwise doing what older siblings do. But then again, that's what memories are made from.
So, whenever you're ready, so are we. Of course, after all of that, you're probably a little scared to come out. I can't blame you. :-)
