Dear Baby,
I realized this morning that you're not here yet but you are already teaching me lessons. You're teaching me patience, which is probably a good thing. And not in a detached, oh, I'm such an impatient person kind of way. But real patience. A deeper understanding of what it means to wait, to accept, and to respect you. I hope it's a lesson I remember once you're here. Especially when you're two. And fourteen through sixteen. If not, I can refer back to here and hopefully remember what it felt like to have that realization on a cold February morning, taking a long walk, just you and me, trying to do everything that I can do on my end to help you and love you and get you here safely and naturally.
Love Mama.
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