This would be the third letter I've publicly written to you on this blog and hopefully not the last. I still cant wait to meet you, even more every single time I listen to 'Blue' by Beyonce.
Everytime the song comes on, I picture your face in my head. I have no distinct features such as brown eyes or curly hair or none of that stuff. When I picture you in my head, I picture perfection, I picture a masterpiece, I picture an angel.
I can't wait to feel you growing in my tummy. The first time you kick me... The first time I sing to you, read to you or talk to you. These are cherished moments I can't wait to experience with you.
I can't wait to dress you up for no reason and admire you all day. I can't wait to crown you my princess. I can't wait to kiss your little feet and make you laugh till you turn red. I can't wait to run after you in gardens and parks and scold you when you've been naughty.
I wonder if your nose would come out flat like mine did when I was born. Your grand ma said everyone always laughed at my nose but don't worry no one would laugh at yours cause I won't.
I can't wait to hear you call my name. Oh how happy I would be, so happy I'll scoop you up, smother you in kisses and probably cry.
It's funny I miss you even though I haven't met you yet. The things this song does to me.
I love you baby and I can't wait to meet you.
P.s Don't hurt soo much when you're coming out and I'll give you three free passes when you're a teen lol x