To Baby,
It is March 1, 2012, and I am sitting in a coffee shop in Seattle, Washington. I am 21 years old, and yesterday was Leap Day. I just finished writing a journal entry for a class I’m taking about animals and the ethics of eating meat. I talked about you, and figured I should be talking to you, too.
I think about you a lot. Your mom writes about you in her blog, and every time I read it, I can’t help but cry. I live in a sorority, and it’s hard to cry in a sorority. People always see you, and question your red eyes. Sometimes my friends read it with me, and they cry too. Because life is so precious. I show everyone the pictures I have of you (really, they are of your mom, because you are still a baby bump). I am proud of you, growing so quickly! Lillian says you are in the 60th percentile for your growth.
One day you will be old enough to read this. But today, you are not even old enough to see this. You are 26 weeks young. You are viable! Congrats! I can’t wait for all the milestones, and all the things you’ll do. I better be your favorite aunt. If I am not, or if you think I am crazy, I promise you that I’m not, and that I love you, even if I seem mean. I can’t imagine why I’d be mean though.
Miles, there are so many things I want to tell you, so many lessons I want to teach you! I want to tell you that life is full of beauty, and that it’s all around you, even when you don’t see it. I want to tell you that, usually, it doesn’t matter what people think. I want to tell you that the future isn’t bleak. I want to tell you that the future is waiting for you with open arms! It can’t wait for you to arrive! It can’t wait for you to start. I want to tell you that you probably can’t be the President, the Prime Minister of England, or a Prince, but that you can be pretty much anything else if you want to be. I want to tell you that you probably shouldn’t eat meat, because animals are cool and humans aren’t always superior. And cherries are delicious.
There is so much more, but I know you will figure it out. Lillian always had it figured out before me, and I’m pretty sure Jason had it figured out before both of us. So with their genes, you can’t go wrong. Hopefully you’ll get my attractive-ness and awesome-ness somewhere in your DNA.
I love you, Miles, or whatever your name is, and I’m always here if you ever need me.
Marion