My sweet Millie,
You’re not even here, yet, and you’re already being shafted. Morning after morning you are pounced upon by your big sister as she shouts into my belly button and jabs my chest, proudly pronouncing where baby eats and kissing my neck. I haven’t had much time to talk to you, or hold my belly as you gently flip and turn your body inside mine. I want to read Oh! The Places You’ll Go, as I did for your big sister, and listen to classical music in lieu of another round of Let it Go.
But you are no less loved. You are another miracle- how lucky we are to be blessed with another baby! You are already magic. You keep me company when I wake up restless at 2am… I feel your little limbs wiggling around in there. And that warmth you feel? That’s your mama, wrapping her hands around her belly. That is me, holding you.
I love you, sweet girl. You are due in exactly 4 months… September 23rd. I can’t believe how fast time flies- all of the things I have yet to do (your room needs flooring!)- the lists I haven’t made- the blogs I have prepared to write… and the one thing I cannot wait to do: share morning snuggles with you.
There will be a day when you and your sister are jumping on me in the morning. When you’re both enthused by the day simply being light and I am motivated by your simple joys.
Welcome to your first letter, my love. One of many you will have to read and remember- for long after your mama.