Dear Baby Badass,
I don't know about you, but doesn't it seem like someone adjusted the progression of time recently? It seems like every time I turn around another week has passed, and we're one more week closer to your due date. There's a little over a month left now, and time is moving by at a blistering rate.
All throughout your mom's pregnancy with you I've talked about how fast time is going by, and I don't want to sound like a broken record. It just doesn't seem possible that you're almost ready to join us when it feels like we were just finding out about you a few weeks ago. I have this feeling that time isn't going to slow down much when you finally do come and complete our little family, as much as I deceive myself into believing it will. I'm pretty sure that I'll blink and you'll be taking your first stumbling steps. I'll blink again and you'll be going to school. Blink again and you'll be asking about boys and when you can date (I can tell you right now: you can date when I'm comfortable with the idea, or when you turn 25, whichever comes first). Blink again and I'll be taking you to your driver's license exam. Blink again and you're graduating high school, graduating college, getting married, making me a grandfather... It's almost too much to think about.
I have on my desk where I sit and write these letters to you a framed picture of your very first ultrasound, and I look at it often, especially when I'm trying to find inspiration for something. Elementally, when that picture was taken, you were nothing more than a few dividing cells and a flickering heartbeat, but that was all it took. I started loving you from the first second the monitor came to life with that image. I never thought that would happen to me, that I could love something so completely so quickly. After spending some time digging deeper into my mind and into my heart, I realized that this was the first thing you had taught me. Unconditional, unstoppable, irrefutable love.
I know there will be much more I will learn from you, and I, despite my previous groans about the progression of time, simply cannot wait.
See you soon,
P.S. If you were worried about not having enough stuff, let me assure you that you will have plenty. By the time you arrive, there will have been four baby showers. FOUR. You'll have more than you'll ever need.