Another Lifetime

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Dear Little Buddy,

I think your Daddy and I are finally going to be able to meet you in a few days! There are so many things we will learn from you and about you, but some things I know already. You are playful. You let me know what you need. You have good instincts. You are ready to move around in a bigger area!

I have enjoyed feeling you grow inside me over the past 39 weeks, and you are welcome to stay a bit longer if you have some more things to take care of in there. When you are ready I will meet you on the outside, and we will spend hours snuggling with Daddy. Then we will play, learn, explore, create, travel, stretch, listen, laugh....

I love you already.

With grattitude and honor,
Your Mama

9 comments:

nadia said...: so lovely dear sheila"mama" so lovely.; May 2, 2010 at 1:47 PM
Maria said...: Ahh, that is so special.; May 2, 2010 at 2:58 PM
What About The Girl? said...: Hi Little Man,

I'm mommy's friend. Do you know you've made your mommy the happiest person in the whole world? I hope to meet you someday...

Little hugs & kisses!; May 3, 2010 at 6:13 PM
LifeIsArt said...: soooo sweet. made me so happy to read this today!; May 4, 2010 at 5:40 PM
in another lifetime said...: thank you all for sharing in my happiness:); May 4, 2010 at 6:23 PM
kendalee said...: Oh my goodness Sheila, I am on tenterhooks! He might have arrived already, he might still be considering his entry into the world but either way, it makes me so happy to see how much he's already loved and will be loved. So, so exciting! My thoughts are with you... xx; May 8, 2010 at 8:09 AM
Unknown said...: you make me cry and laugh all at once.

i cannot wait to meet you little one.

remind mommy to tell me when you come.

xox; May 10, 2010 at 12:02 PM
Maria said...: Thinking about you and just checking in, are you holding a little sweet bundle in your arms now and is everyone doing fantastic?; May 22, 2010 at 7:26 AM
Unknown said...: I'm crying. so beautiful. I've been keeping a diary for the baby and I can't wait to give it to her one day...

so beautiful, dear.; June 17, 2010 at 8:36 AM

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