My dearest babybee,
Today, you have been in my tummy for 9 weeks. In those 9 weeks, many things (not all of the exciting nature) have happened. I've been to Mexico, you've grown a liver and other vital organs, I've slept and complained a lot, and we both ventured to the Twins home opener last night. I'm sorry to report that they lost, but this shall not shape the season to come. I've gotten off track.
The reason for this letter is to tell you that something sad happened last night. Your Great Grandmother passed away. It saddens me to no end that she never got to meet you. More importantly, that you never got to met her. She was a hell of a woman (pardon my french, dear babybee, but she must be described in this manner) and made me who I am today because of it. She toughed through 5 years of ovarian cancer when they only gave her 2. And she smoked and drank her way through it! She was not about to let anyone or anything tell her what to do. She lived her life the way she wanted to, and for that I have the utmost respect for her.
Even though you're not aware of her existence right now, she knew about you. Just a couple weeks ago, she saw your very first picture, and she was so excited for you to be here. I know that she would have spoiled you rotten the way she spoiled me. And she would have loved you very very much.
Alright, momma has to stop right this now, since she is at work, at her desk, in a room full of people, and is about to cry.
Your daddy and I love you very much. Thank you for being with me, with us, to be the light in our lives in this dark time.
PS - Thank you for helping my body feel good for the second day in a week. I don't know how you knew I needed it today, but I did. Thank you, thank you, thank you.