My husband gives me the most beautiful letters. The quote above is from one of the earliest letters he sent, back when he was courting me. I memorized it by heart, down to the details of the yellow envelope in came in. Years later, we got married and he continues to floor me with his words, written or otherwise. I am still so awed at how he sees me.
P.S. Letters are lovely.
Dear Little One,
We only have a few more weeks left before we get to meet you. I can’t even begin to say how excited we are. I feel like I’ve spent the past couple of months holding my breath and now, I’m ready to burst. Judging from your kicks and the premature contractions, I think you share our excitement. Our kisses are waiting for you.
In the meantime, I feel like there are some things that you should know about your daddy and I. That way, you would not be too surprised when you finally meet us.
First, your daddy likes to pace, especially when he is telling a story. The more exciting the story is, the faster he will go.
I shake my head whenever I think of something that I don’t want to remember. I imagine that the thoughts are flung right out of my brain.
Your daddy will have an explanation for everything. He loves information and will eat data for breakfast.
I never get a bad stomach, no matter what I eat. (I really hope you inherit my strong stomach. It is very convenient.)
A recurring joke between your daddy and I is that he is a monologuer and I am a dialoguer. He narrates his actions and I have the tendency to recreate previous conversations.
Little one, I can’t wait to find out what your quirks will be. We’ll have so much fun getting to know each other. I promise.
To my husband, who is taking me and my friends on a trip,
I think you are more awesome than a tutu-wearing puppy that is hugging a baby panda while standing on top of a rainbow.