It's June 10th. You were "supposed" to be born on Friday, and now it's Monday. Your dad and I are getting a little bit impatient, it's only because we can't wait to meet you and count all your fingers and toes. We can't wait to hold you for the first time and look into your eyes and watch you take in the big world for the very first time. I can't wait for your sweet baby smell and to feel you wrap your hand around my fingers, or to see Isaiah hold you for the first time. It makes me cry happy tears just thinking about that moment. You're lucky to have such a good daddy. He is kind, generous, smart, and interesting. You two will get along great, I can already tell.
Yesterday we were talking about what qualities we hope you'll develop as you grow. I said that I hope you are generous in a way that allows you to foresee needs of others, and that you feel called to action. I also hope you're curious in a way that makes you naturally smarter and more inclined to try new things. On a more practical note, I hope that you are self-motivated so you can make the right things happen and be a leader.
Daddy says he hopes you are kind in the specific way that you will be helpful to people when they need it. He also hopes that you are independent- and that you do the things you're interested in (not just what other people tell you to be interested in), and that you're sensitive. Sensitive in the way that lets you see beyond the surface of things, and gives you perspective of the things that matter.
I'm praying today that as we start this journey into parenthood that we can model those qualities for you. We love you so much already, an indescribable amount. I know that when you are born that love will only multiply.
Can't wait to meet you, little one.