I was worried you were a gift to big for me for a long time.
I told myself what if i cant, maybe I'm not normal.
Not the common worry of a 16 year old,
But i worried a lot.
I thought if something bad could happen,
It'd be me that it'd happen to.
I spent to much time thinking about, "what if i cant?",
And not enough time thinking "what if i can?"
We talked about you even before you existed,
Boy, girl, Name; We wanted you so bad.
Me and your father were so happy when it finally happened,
Our little miracle, our own creation.
You were so happy to say hello when i went to see you,
I firmly believe the day i saw you, is when you started to kick for the first time.
You looked right at me, as if to say,
"I waited too, mommy"
Your daddy is patiently waiting for you too,
I hope so much that you look just like him.
You'll be my hansom boys.
We've decided to give you his name.
I've heard you can hear me, so i talk to you.
Daddy talks too, he reads to the both of us.
I hope you can feel the love we have for you.
We cant wait to be a family.
Dedicated to Michael Martin Carry, Due August 27th,
2011.
