Monday, March 26, 2007

Dear Ruby

Dear Ruby,

I am a little late getting this written down, but at least I am doing it before you arrive. It is 4:00 a.m. and I keep feeling like you are coming soon, but maybe it is just wishful thinking. Growing you inside of me has been an entirely unique experience. I feel so close to you already. I love feeling you kick and squirm (but you could lay of the karate chop to the spleen action already). Daddy and I knew that we wanted to have two little girls and God has blessed us with our wish.

We have big plans for you. Our whole world is devoted to giving you and your sister the best life we can, full of love, family, learning and opportunitys to grow and succeed. As anxious as we are to meet you, I think your big sister is even more excited. Tonight we had dinner with all of your cousins and auntie Andrea, uncle Kaleo and Grandma. She spent the time patting her belly and saying "Bay-bee!!" She shows everyone your room too. You are being blessed with the most amazing daddy in the world. He is the kindest, most gentle and loving man in creation. You should strive to grow up like him.

I make the same promises and have the same hopes for you as I had for your sister before she came into the world. I promise to love you and that every decision we make will be with your best interest at heart. I promise to dedicate myself to not just raising you to be a happy, well-adjusted child, but a happy, well-adjusted adult who will be a good citizen to the world. With that goal in mind, I hope you will trust that every decision we make, is to make sure you have the best life you can. I pray that you will grow up understanding that people are more important than things. That you will know and love your family as your father and I do. That you will know God and realize that there is a greater force guiding your life. I promise to teach you the value of work, and I hope that your first job involves breaking down cardboard. It will be good for you. I promise you that you will never wonder if there will be enough food, shelter, heat or love for you.

I can't wait to see your face. Feel your skin. Smell your hair. I loved you before you were a thought.



P.S. while I hope you are brilliant, that doesn't necesarily mean you need to have a big head right now. Mama doesn't like pain.


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