Dear Little B

The countdown is moving right along. 40 Days. Forty. four. zero.

If Noah could handle it on the ark with two types of every animal, I think I can hang with you in my belly little monkey.

We are beyond ready to meet you face to face. To welcome you and love on you. To count your fingers and kiss your toes. To hold you and tell you what a miracle you are.  To ooh and aah at how cute you are, even if you do sort of look a little squishy for a while. We are ecstatic for a a lifetime of firsts and we're so thrilled that we are going to be able to witness it, guide you and learn from you just as much as you are going to be learning from us.

They tell me that eventually I have to stop counting down like this because you will come when you're good and ready, not just when the calculations and due dates say so. I've been "fashionably late" pretty much my whole life, but your Daddy, he's typically early. I'm not sure who you'll resemble and take after more when it comes to looks or personality traits, but I'm all for calling it in the middle and being right on time.  Of course you won't hurt my feelings if you decide to be late too, but just know that as we get closer to that due date your Mama is going to be one anxious ball of jitters.

You're room is ready and we are crossing all sorts of things off the list of things to do before you get here. In the next couple of weeks I'll need to pack a hospital bag and drag your Daddy on one last shopping trip.

We talked about your first trip to the lake this weekend and laughed when we imagined how much you'll hate wearing your life jacket, but how much you're going to love the wind in your face and the feeling of the water. I can't wait to introduce you to the sandbar!  You will beg us to go there for years and years to come!

Little B, we're ready when you are. Grow healthy and strong, smart and funny, kind and loving.
We love you.