Dear little one,
You have been such a delight. You’re a funny little guy, with lots of expressions, dramatic sighs and grunts, and the cutest mug I’ve seen on a newborn. You set the stage magnificently by showing up late– your dad and I had many grand plans in place, none of which were tailored for a late arrival. And just like that, we were initiated into parenthood, with the now-obvious understanding that anything going according to “plan” is a mere fluke.
I had no idea that I would worry so much right away. I always imagined that the worry would come later, maybe even when you were a teenager. But I started worrying about you the minute you became overdue. (I managed to keep the worrying to a minimum up until your due-date, but since waking up the following day, I’ve worried non-stop.) Shortly after you were born, I realized that I would never again be free from this worry… my only hope is that I can remain calm. I don’t want to make you an anxious kid by not having a handle on my emotions.
Rest assured, I’m enjoying the heck out of you. Your dad and I laugh at you at least once an hour– you may not have control of your facial (or other) muscles yet, but you’re providing us with endless entertainment. You were born ready to eat (much like your dad), and the only time you truly get upset is if I’m taking too long to get ready to feed you. Otherwise, you’re a calm little one, and your parents and grandparents enjoy you that way.
Lastly, I want to say “thank you.” Since I decided that I would marry your dad at the end of 2008, I’ve tried to imagine him with our kids. Yet seeing him with you has been a thousand times better than anything I could conjure up. You’re a lucky one: your dad is one of the very best people I know, and he’s already an excellent example for you. If you have no other plans for your future, at least try to be like him– you can’t go wrong.
Love you so much,