Dear baby Owen,

Your Daddy says I need to stop being so anxious, and be patient for your arrival. You’ll be here soon, he says. The truth is that he’s just as anxious as I am, but he’s better at hiding it. ;)

I keep thinking about the moment that I meet you, about the moment that we will first look into each other’s eyes. Will we be strangers? Will there be recognition? I feel like I know you already, Owen.

I might cry. (Don’t say I didn’t warn you.)

Your room is ready, did you know that? And Daddy put Bunny Amelia in your crib so you’d feel right at home. (Maybe she should come to the hospital with us too, because after all she is a part of the family.)

It’s hard that you’re not physically in my arms just yet, but I understand why you’d want to soak up these last few days in heaven with Amelia. I get it. Give her a hug for me, would you? Tell her I think about her every single day and love her so much.

Owen, do you know how long I’ve waited for you? And now I’m so close to physically holding you in my arms that it’s almost excruciating to my heart. Come out, already.

I’ll see you soon, baby boy.

xoxo, Mama