I call you my snake baby because you feel like a snake coiling and uncoiling in my belly. One day when you have a wife and are expecting your first child you will know the delight I have in you in these moments. These days. This wonderful waiting.
I pray that you know how much God loves you, how much your daddy loves you, how much I love you. And I pray we love you excellently.
Hey baby, you are kicking me now. It is a strange thing loving you knowing that you will not know or understand my passion for you. Or will you? I pray my love for you will be selfless.
I don't know what it is to be a mother. And I suppose you don't know what it is to be a son. Well, we will find out together. And I am certain it will be unlike any other mother and son relationship, just as we two are each unique and unlike anyone else. That was an awkward sentence. But you are my son; maybe you know exactly what I mean.
December 19th 2008
I wrote a few letters to my son while I was pregnant. This is an excerpt from one of them. Maybe I won't burn all my journals after all.
outfit total: $73.00
jeans, romeo and juliette couture via winners: $5
boots, massimo baldi, via winners: $25 (I waited and waited until they went on super clearance)
shirt, gap: $12
sweater, second skin vintage: $30
wooden bracelet, thrifted: $1
silver bracelet, tiffany & co.: gift from my husband