Every little girl I see makes me think of you. Today I watched a little girl run up to her dad and say "daddy, I need a kiss!". I can't wait for the short window I get of those moments with you, before you get too embarrassed of course. There is even a little pink pacifier hanging from my rear view mirror that makes me smile. I am so excited to meet you. This week was the first time that I got to see you kick, and we played our first game.... I would make kissing noises on moms belly and you would kick me in the mouth. I would move to another spot and do the same thing and you would kick me again. I loved every second of it.
I spent the better part of the last few weeks at the beach and trying to figure out how to convince you that one piece bathing suits are the greatest inventions in the world. I know you will be beautiful (just look at your mom) and I pray that you are as conservative as she is, and was. That is one of the things I love most and while you might not believe it in junior high or high school, good guys really want that in a girl.
I pray that you are an easy baby that doesn't cry a lot, sleeps through the night, and loves to be around people. I pray that in elementary school you are confident in yourself, that you have my sense of humor and imagination, but your moms brains. I pray that in junior high you don't hate us too much and that you are disciplined (in a good fun loving way) and are like Kayla Stephens in terms of self respect, and in high school I pray that you have fun and grow and know that you were made to be a Proverbs 31 woman for yourself, God, and your future husband. I look forward to your first day in my arms, the first time I get to take you to school, and the day I get to walk you down the isle. I love you.
PS. It still feels weird typing dad.....it makes me think of my dad, and makes me feel old.