Sweet Baby to Be..

My Dearest 1st Baby Grandchild,

I just found out about you two days ago. You are growing in your mother's stomach, made from my son and another woman's daughter. With God's will you will be born in April in the spring when the rain comes and the grass grows and everything begins to be alive again, and the earth smells like dirt and flowers. Your parents will both still be 28, born one day apart from each other during the summer solstace. I do not know much about your mother yet, but I hope to get to know her well. Your father was my little boy, and I watched him grow and raised him from the time he played in a sand box, until he became a man living on his own. I was 22 when I became his mother, and will be 50 when I become your grandmother. Nothing could bring me more pleasure and I feel as if you are inside of me. As if I can speak to you already, your soul floating through the atmosphere, gracefully yielding and spinning, until it lodges firmer and firmer into your mother and comes out strong when you leave the womb kicking and alive.

It's very late as I type this, and I cannot sleep though I am tired. The rain just stopped, and I can almost hear the stars twinkling up above. If I listen quietly I can hear the birds in the trees, and the distant roar of cars on 280. It's the beginning of Autumn, almost October, 2008. I pray for your safe entry unto this earth, and wish you welcome.

all love and peace. Goodnight sweet baby.