For you I pray. You haven’t appeared in this world yet, though you are dearly missed in our arms. I can’t imagine what it will be like- to face this much love as you enter this world, but I promise you, we’ll keep it up. You have been loved for years, though your parents have only been married one. You are loved, and you are going to be loved, but that does not mean we will make your life easy. This I can promise you too:
- You will get a nick name. You will have no choice in said nick name. We will call you by it in the most embarrassing public situation possible. We love you.
- Stories from your childhood, from before you acquired complex critical thinking skills will be retold. Often. To prospective sexual partners. We love you.
- We will not like your first five boy/girlfriends. This will have nothing to do with your gender, orientation, or them. This is to teach you to defend your choices, and to choose better. We love you.
- There will be yelling. At the table. For no reason. You will not be allowed to crawl under said table. You will learn to yell back. We are loud people. We love you.
- Your mother will insist on using a coupon. She will dump the all contents of her suitcase sized purse onto the table looking for this coupon while the waiter impatiently waits. This is a family tradition. We love you.
- There will be 35 people at your high school graduation. We will force you to trade favors for tickets. We will shamelessly bawl the whole time. We love you.
- You will mention once a preference for a candy/animal/artist/subject. We will purchase said item 10,000 times for the collection you never meant to have. We love you.
- We will build traditions around you. Stand in support for the little things. Celebrate the big things. Give you your first drink. Take you camping, to DisneyLand, to summer camp, to Oregon and Washington and London. We will call to check up on your maths tests, and let your best friend come on family vacation, and dance at midnight before letting you play hooky from school. You will love us.
And I can’t wait.
XOXO Aunt Sarah Mae