(Week 20 or 21) Sunday, June 19th
Dear Baby,
Though this letter is addressed to you, it is mostly for your Dad. This is his first Father’s Day. What a wonderful, beautiful thing for me to know just how amazing he is going to do at this job. He already loves you so much. I wish you could see the way his eyes light up when he talks about you, the way he is constantly looking at my fat belly. Oh, and the smiles. I hope your smile is half as fantastic as your Papa’s. Every time he smiles, and I mean really smiles, it lights up everything around him. It is contagious and gets me smiling too. I was so lucky he picked me to be his wife. I cannot believe we have been committed to each other for more than five years! It is the most incredible feeling and I hope you get to know what that is like some day.
I must confess, I sort of neglected your Papa this Father’s Day. I wanted to do something meaningful for my dad, your Grandpops. We spent most of Saturday evening looking for just the right thing and your Papa, bless his poor shopped out heart, traipsed up and down the aisles with me for at least three hours. That is how much he loves me and you, and even my Dad. He deserved to have a fantastic Father’s Day and I blew it!
Trust me, I will make it up to him with one of his favorite things, a Home Depot Gift Card and some kisses. But still, I really want him to know how much he means to me. How much he will mean to you.
He is a great example of honesty, commitment, and hard work. These are only three of the things I hope you learn from him. He never makes a promise he won’t keep. You can count on it, if he promises you something, he will do all in his power to make it happen. I already know he promises to love you, no matter what. That is a pretty big promise to keep, but I know he will do it. I see it everyday in those blue-green eyes. You, my dear little boy, are one lucky kid.
Your dad is also a great friend. He is certainly my best friend, and I hope one day you will consider him to be one of yours too. Already he is looking forward to little league, kiddie soccer, teaching you how to throw a football. I always have to ask him if he will still love you if you don’t love sports. Of course he says he will. I know he will. He will love you if you like art. He will love you if you don’t like cars and trucks. He will even love you if you hate Transformers. It might be hard, but I know he will love you all the same. I know you two will be good buddies and I will feel a little left out when it comes to Fathers and Sons Campouts, and Man to Man talks.
I hope you understand how lucky you are. Everyday, more and more, I see how lucky and blessed I am to have him in my life. He knows that happiness doesn’t come from money, or possessions. Happiness is what it feels like when you know you are in the right place, at the right time, doing the right things. So son, I welcome you to true happiness. Right here, right now, with your Father and I. We are happy and anxious to meet you, and hope to celebrate many more Father’s Days in the future with you.
Love, love, love,
Mama
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