My Dear Precious Baby,
Evidence of your growth appears a little more each day. As my clothes get tighter and my tummy keeps expanding, I often find myself day dreaming about who you are. We don’t know yet if you are a boy or a girl, but will find out in just a few weeks! I have to tell you everyone is hoping you have red hair, but if you don’t I’ll still love you and we’ll still take you home with us after you’re born. Everyone is so excited to know more about you and meet you. Papa Ron is already planning fishing trips, whether you’re a boy or girl, and Nana LeaAnn is buying supplies for your visits already. Grandma Connie is dreaming of tea parties and pink dresses in hopes you are girl, and Grandpa Jimmy just knows you’re going to be a boy because you’re a Greene, and Greene men produce boys.
You’re dad stares at my stomach in disbelief most days wondering how you’re growing so fast and so big! I’ve started dreaming of nursery theme’s and color schemes. Dad and I haven’t picked a name for you yet, he says it’s not worth it until we know if you’re a boy or a girl, don’t tell him, but I’ve already started several lists! Although, my parents gave me such a beautiful name, I’m really struggling with finding a girl name that I like just as much as my own. I really do love my name and hope you’ll pass it on to one of your daughters someday.
I’ve also started thinking about all the cleaning that I’m going to become obsessed with once you’re born. Mainly how clean the floors will need to be once you’re crawling around on them. Oh I’m sure you’ll eat your fair share of dust and missed Cherrios, but as a new mom I think cleanliness is high on my list…soon to change I’m sure. I’m just so curious what you’re going to look like. Will you have a big round head like your dad, or a long narrow face like mine? Will you be covered in freckles and pale, or inherit papa Ron and aunt Joy’s darker “Moore coloring”? Mostly, I just can’t wait to hold you in my arms and brag about you. I know I’ll be one of “those parents” who thinks their kid is just the coolest little person in the world, but would you have it any other way?
I can’t wait to sing to you, I don’t know if you can hear it or not, but I sing to you sometimes now, mostly songs from church. I can’t wait to show you all the love your dad and I have in our hearts for you. You’re such a little blessing from the Lord. “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.” (James 1:17)
I love you little turnip, and know you’re being well looked after and in the best of company while I impatiently wait to meet you.
Love,
Your Adoring Mother