I really have no clue as to how this is going to go seeing as how I don’t know who your mother is. But the good thing is that it’s not the other way around: me, a pregnant mother with no idea who the father is.
That would make me a prime candidate for the label of whore and The Maury Povich Show. You’ll learn the definition of that word earlier than you probably should knowing me. But you’ll know a whoremonger is something you are not to become. And I pray that you never know the buffoonery that is Maury’s show.
I’m writing this so there will be less explaining to do once you start reading at three. Yes, you’re destined to be a genius. You have no choice in that matter.
I want you to learn early about the important things in life, as well as the pitfalls. The younger you are when you make mistakes, the better chance you have to get back up and succeed. Life gets harder with age.
You will be born into this world an unknowing creature who can’t care for self. But with time, you will pick things up. Oddly though, the more you learn, the more skeptical of your surroundings you will become. It’s natural, just ask Adam and Eve.
You will not want to trust people. You will want to keep to yourself. But that’s when I’ll be there to push you into a sometimes dark abyss and tell you to be still and fearless. I’ll repeat my motto (Fear little. Love big. Give more. Expect less.) so often that you’ll think of me the same way you’ll think of the Baptist preacher who tells you that Jesus got up on the third day with all power in His hands … over and over and over again.
But in time, you’ll learn over time that He got up because He feared little, loved big, gave more and expected less. This life is really that simple. But it’s so hard to stay on that narrow path. But you’ll learn. I know it.
I don’t know whether you’ll be a boy or a girl or if you’ll have brothers or sisters. But I will tell you that you have three beautiful princesses and an adorable prince (who will not stop throwing up on me for anything) for cousins. Whenever you come along, I’m sure they’ll welcome you with open arms. As will your mom, whoever she may be, and I.
Trust, we already know that heaven will lose an angel when you arrive.
Loving you already,