Letters.

To my baby poppy seed,

The stars aligned, and here you are.  In whirlwind speed our family has grown from 2 to 3. Little one, you were the wish upon every fallen eyelash, every shooting star, and every thrown penny.  You, exactly how you are, are exactly what my heart desired.  I am in awe that I have the chance to be your mom, and that Daddy and I get to parent you together. 

On March 26, 2012 we confirmed that you, just a tiny ball of cells, were developing deep inside me.   Although you are only the size of a tiny poppy seed, I want you to know that I will do my very best to keep you safe.  I will work every day to give you my best, for the rest of my life.  I promise. 

You will be the one who teaches me how to be a mother.  I hope you are patient, little poppy seed, because this transition is going to be big for me, too.  You will be the one that will enable me to see your Daddy as a father… something I’ve imagined since I fell in love with him.  Little one, I want you to know that I picked the best Daddy for you.  His eyes gleam, his smile deepens, and his palms sweat when we talk about you joining our family. 

There is so much to tell you, and so much we want to show you… hopefully around December 1^st we can start this new life together.  Daddy and I cannot wait to have the opportunity of meeting you, holding you, touching you, and I desperately want that privilege.  

Poppy seed, please bury deep and stay safe for the next nine months.  I already love you.

Mommy