My turnip

We go back to the doctor tomorrow morning! So excited to hear your heart beat again. I think about you all the time. Every trait in me I hate I think and pray you avoid it. Even right now I fight tears thinking through how I have no idea how to raise you and give you only the good traits (the few) that I have. I pray for you all the time. I think about you constantly and I worry about you all the time. I don't know when you will get this or read any of this, maybe one day when we have a huge fight and you look like you need to know I love you, maybe I'll be dead (which I want you to know isn't the end of the world, I just get to to go home) but I want you to know that from the moment younger conceived we wanted and loved you. We dreamed about you, prayed for you, and worried about you. I love you.

Your dad