Dear Micah,
In just a few short days, we will be entering the final stretch. Monday we start the third trimester. I am so excited! In just 3 short months, I will hold you in my arms, and count your fingers and toes. I so look forward to meeting you, and learning your personality. I often wonder about how you look. Will you look more like your father or me? Will you have his dimples? I hope you have his dimples. Will you have my temperament, or your dad's? Or maybe you will be a pleasant mixture of the two of us.
I also worry about how good a job we will do raising you. It is a huge responsibility to parent a child, and I don't want to fail you. I want you to grow up in a loving environment where you feel safe. I plan for there to be lots of love and laughter. I love you more than you could possibly imagine already. Just imagine how much that love will grow when you get here.
I love you little boy.
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