A Letter to My Unborn Child... (Part Fin)

Dear Buddy,

This is the last letter I'll write to you as "Buddy"!  Pretty soon we're going to know you as Charlie Preston or Anne Katherine... aka Buddy, likely.  I won't be able to help myself!  I mean... I KNOW you as Buddy.  I know where your bottom is.  I know your feet are 3.5" long.  I know you have hair.  I know you know how to "gig 'em."  I know you have chubby cheeks.  I know you like to move it to the music.  I know you hiccup like a crazy person.  And I know you think you're the tasmanian devil of babies in there.

I cannot believe I will get to meet you soon! I can tell you ahead of time that it's already the single best moment of my life.  I mean... marrying your dad was great and all... but he didn't spend nine months attached to my body before the moment we got married.  And I knew what I was getting myself into when I married him!  I have no idea what I'm getting myself into when you come see me.  The excitement and anticipation is just the greatest thing I've ever experienced!

If you're Charlie, I will really have to figure out about boys.  I got nothin' in this department!  I would guess you will be way more active than me.  You'll want to be outside with the mosquitos and get dirty and play sports and shoot birds and break things.  You will pull me way outside of my comfort zone and challenge me to get out there and live life like it's supposed to be lived.  It will be awesome.  Your dad will love having a little buddy to hunt with him.  Y'all will be best pals.  Until you start breaking curfew.  Don't think for a second he's going to let you get away with that.

If you're Annie, and if you're anything like I was when I was little, it could truly be the biggest test of patience I've ever had in my life.  A battle of the wills in which there's no winner for being the winner.  I'm up for the test!  We will get through it together!  I get really excited thinking about coloring and reading books to you and watching musicals and having tea parties.  I imagine taking you out of school once a semester for a girls day where we go to a movie and eat lunch at a fancy restaurant and get a pedicure.  And I think about my relationship with my mom right now and how it's been the most amazing thing in the last few years to develop that especially through marriage and getting ready for you.  And I think about having that with you.  Good grief, you're making me cry in Taco Shack.

This is another thing about you... I've never had a hormonal issue in my life (ok, I mean not like crying issues)... and you just bring it all out of me.  I get emotional thinking about meeting you.  Thinking about showing you your room for the first time.  Thinking about giving you a bath and sniffing your sweet head.  Thank you for bringing me out of my tough candy shell and softening my heart before you even get here!

I'm praying for you!  I'm praying that you come just at the right time and that you are healthy and strong.  I pray that I won't ruin you.  That you will know Jesus asap.  And that I know how to show Him to you.  That Dad and I will show you what marriage should look like and can love you like nobody has ever loved a kiddo before.  You think God can do all this?  I know He can.

I'm ready for you, Buddy.  As ready as I'll ever be.  In fact, I've never had more things checked off of a To-Do List in my entire life!  Come on out and see me.  Let's watch the Rangers in the World Series together.  Let's get the fun started.

I love you,
Mom