I wonder if it's weird that I get butterflies when I think of you, even though, as ofnow, you are just a dream
hope
wish
I wonder if it's weird that I like to say your name, and sometimes look in my rear view mirror to imagine seeing a car seat back there.
I wonder if it's weird to be this excited, and love someone this much, who isn't even here yet.
How can you be so excited to meet someone who doesn't even exist?
To my baby... God has picked you to be mine, and me to be yours. And I'm so excited about our life together, in due time.
So for now, I just dream about
hope for
wish for and love...
you.
Love,
Mom
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