...to you...
I know this is weird, writing a letter to you when you don't really exist yet, at least not in this physical world. I guess as they say in our culture, you haven't even been thought of yet. But I guess that is not really true for me, because here I am thinking of you. I think about you a lot, and I've been thinking of you for some time. Ever since I was a little girl I dreamed of you, not really understanding that desire of wanting you being a child just myself at the time. But now here i am, a decade older, at a time in life where most have began or are well into there childbearing and childrearing phase of life. And I'm far from that right now but still I dream of you. I imagine and daydream about what you would look like. How much of me you'd inherit. How big your eyes would be, how curly your hair is gonna be, what color would you skin tone be, how you'd sound, what you would smell like and feel like in my arms. The other night at work while in the nursery,...