Now it is more than likely the crazy pregnancy hormones, but this post could get a little emotional. More often than not the rush of day to day life can leave us little time for long heartfelt shows of emotion, and so I’ve taken the opportunity to share my thoughts as our due date quickly approaches in the hope to not forget these emotions and feelings.
To Mitchell, my gorgeous fiancé and father to be.
You willingly came into my life knowing that I came as a pair, with ‘baggage’ as they say. You took on my son, treated him as your own and have since loved us honestly and wholly. The bond and relationship that has grown between the two of you is phenomenal, beautiful and precious. It is easy enough to create a child, but to offer this amount of love and support to a child that is not your own takes a real man, and that you are.
There was not a spec of doubt in my mind that you wouldn’t be a good father. That was why when the time came, and we started talking of having children, I was more than excited to begin this journey with you by my side.
I know that you’re nervous. I’m nervous too. This thing that we planned and lovingly created is finally going to be here, finally going to be real. We are going to be responsible for a brand new, tiny little human and the pressure of that is undeniably huge. The way we choose to parent and guide her will shape her personality and the decisions she makes for years to come. We have made this wonderful gift of life together, this tiny little flower, this precious little thing and she is all ours. She is half of you and half of me, coming into a family with more love than she will ever know.
I know from watching you patiently read to Kaden, guiding him with his homework, helping him build rockets and cars out of lego and making dens all over the house for nerf wars, we’ve got this. You’ve got this.
I cannot wait to see you hold your baby daughter for the first time.
Mitchell, I love you.