Dear Baby Girl Golden (or Mimi if you will),
Today marks the 38th week you have been existing and growing inside my stretched-as-far-as-it-will-go-belly. Your dad and I have spent the past nine months wondering about the kind of person you will be, what you will look like, and when you will decide to make your grand entrance.
We have spent countless hours reading up and taking classes on pregnancy, birth, parenting, and breastfeeding. We have spent months designing and working on projects for your nursery. We have spent hours wandering through the baby aisles at Target, overwhelmed by the choices in garbage cans, video monitors, car seats, and even diapers. We've planned out different labor scenarios, the hospital bags (plural) are packed (and have been for a couple weeks now), the car seat is installed, the house is clean, the freezer has been stocked (mostly by your Grandma), your itty-bitty clothes have been laundered, and we have been showered with generous and thoughtful gifts by your loving families, our friends, both our sets of coworkers, and even by my students.
We are so ready to meet you.
Every day this past week, I have woken up at around 4:30am, thinking, hopefully, this might be the day we get to meet you. Today, might just be the most significant day of our lives. Although I fully understand that your birthday may still be days, or weeks (please be kind, your mother is not always patient), away, I have an overwhelming desire to hold you in my arms, to finally see your sweet face and tiny toes, to feel your soft skin against mine, and eventually, to share you with the rest of the world.
We hope and pray everyday that you are healthy. That you find things in life you are passionate about. That you love to learn and explore. We hope you get your dad's determination, love for reading and writing, and maybe a fraction of his love of sports. We hope you love to travel, appreciate art, and value your education (preferably as an Illini, but we promise not to push too hard).
Most of all we hope you always know you are loved.
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