Your Mama and I spend every waking moment (and lots of sleeping ones) imagining what our life’s going to be like with you here. We’re positively convinced that a) you’re going to be the most wonderful, miraculous thing that ever happened to us and b) we are utterly incapable of waiting patiently for you to get here. Don’t worry - we’re not going to try to break you out early or anything. But we just can’t wait to hold you in our arms.

Me especially.

Yes, your Mama (thinks she) is as excited about that as I am, but she gets to carry you around all day everyday, and I have to admit that I am incredibly jealous of that.

I readily admit that I would not have what it takes to carry you like your Mama does. She has been so strong and patient and brave for what is undoubtedly a very difficult task, and I couldn’t be more proud of her. She worries that she’s too much for me or that she complains too often, but she’s been so amazing. She’s been so perfectly in control almost every second of the way. And I’m more than willing to take care of her in her rare momentary lapses.

Here’s something I want to teach you: your Mama if the most precious gift (besides you, of course) that I’ve ever been given, as your wife will be for you one day. There is no greater joy for me than caring for her and taking care of her every little need. Your Papa taught me that, and I cannot wait to get to teach you.

But until then, your Mama and I will keep imagining our wonderful life with you, knowing all the time that our imaginations aren’t nearly as big as you.

(photo by Peter Davis)