Trying New Things

Dear Sprout,

Your due date has come and gone, and you are still residing in mommy's tummy. Your measurements are great and you have a strong heartbeat -- you're doing just fine, kid. However, you do not seem to have any plans to make your debut any time soon. I guess you like being snug as a bug, curled up in a little ball inside of me. You are content and you probably think that life couldn't get any better ... but I promise you, it does.

There are so many wonderful things that are awaiting you. Do you know that you have dogs, cats, and chickens!? You have the coolest little room I have ever seen. It looks like a wilderness with a cozy little log cabin! You even have your very own miniature powder horn. All of these things are ready and waiting for you.

Your daddy and I are going to do so many things with you. We are going to take you camping and you will see millions of fireflies lighting up at the same time. Your granddaddy is going to teach you how to play the fiddle so you can be the youngest member of the Possum Holler band. You will even learn how to swim like a little fish! You will receive dozens of hugs and kisses everyday; you'll also get secret hugs and kisses when you are fast asleep. I already have a special spot that I picked out on your forehead just for that!

We will go to the hospital to have you in less than a week. You will not be the only one experiencing something novel -- Daddy and Mommy have never done anything like this before either. We will all probably be a little scared. However, that very day will turn into one of the best days of our lives. We will be a family -- Sprout, out of all the wonderful things I have listed, this will be the most special. You will see your mommy and daddy and we will see you, our little son.

You will find that life changes fast. Sometimes change will be welcome and sometimes it can even be a bit scary. Daddy and Mommy will be here for you and God will be listening for your prayers. We all need to have the faith to step out and do what is necessary and what is right. Take comfort in knowing that you will never be alone. Your life in the outside world will be very different -- but we will be there waiting to immediately embrace you. As a family, we will take this new step in life together.

Love always,

Mommy

Love Letter

Dear Sprout,

I remember praying when I was a small child. My prayers were simple and usually sounded something like this, "God bless Mommy. God bless Daddy. God bless Nikki..." (I was so young, Aunt Becky wasn't even born yet!) However, I also remember praying for something else, and that was you. To the best of my memory, the first thing I ever asked God for was to be a mommy someday. You are the answer to a life-long prayer. I cannot tell you how my heart feels right now -- my words are incapable of expressing this.

From the moment I knew that I was pregnant, I had an intense love for you. It was not a gradual love, it was strong and instant. When I was six weeks pregnant, I had my very first ultrasound. You looked like the most beautiful grain of rice I had ever seen! As I was staring at you, the technician turned on the sound. I heard a strong heartbeat. I asked, "Is that my heartbeat?" She answered, "No. That is your baby's heartbeat." I was amazed that my little rice-baby could have such a powerful heart. I was awe-stricken and so was your daddy.

I have watched you grow for 40 weeks now. Thanks to technology, I have seen you develop from a grain of rice to a bean-shaped hurricane, from a two-inch baby to an infant with a fuzzy head. Soon, an ultrasound machine will no longer be needed. I will be able to see you with my eyes, touch you with my fingers, smell you with my nose, and kiss your little face with my lips. As I am writing this, my eyes are tearing up. However, I know that the actual experience will be beyond my imagination.

Sprout, your daddy and I promise to love you our entire lives. We will pray for you and thank God for you every single day. We will do our very bests to raise you and we will seek God's guidance before we make decisions. You will be an integral part of our lives. We are going to rock you to sleep, sing you lullabies, and read you stores. We are going to take you to all sorts of places. We are going to teach you about music and art and writing. We will take you to church and teach you about our Savior -- your heavenly father. When you are older, we will take you on mission trips so you can teach others about your Savior, too. There will be times when we will fail you, but I promise you that we will always try our bests. God bless you, Sprout. You will be in our arms soon, but you are already seared in our hearts.

Love always,
Mommy

Dirt

Dear Sprout,

Yesterday, our floor was cleaner than it has ever been. I swept and swept and swept. You see, you are going to be here soon and I so want everything to be perfect for you. In fact, when your dad got home, the first thing that came to his mind was how clean our floor was -- and I didn't even prompt him with, "What do you think about our floor?" I smiled as I looked at the straw-colored bamboo planks. I thought I was well on my way to becoming the next Donna Reed.

This morning I woke up and I looked at our floors. The dirt had returned. The culprit -- your four-legged sister, Shimmer. You see, Shimmer is a poodle; While she does not shed, her hair serves as a sponge that picks up and carries dirt into our house. (Side note: your sister has an appointment to be shaved tomorrow at precisely 3:00 pm). Oh well. I picked up the broom and swept once more.

Not long ago, I was very discouraged about our issue with dirt. I would get home from a long day at school, and the last thing I wanted to do was to sweep our floors. To be honest, many times I felt a bit overwhelmed. I told your daddy that I no longer wanted Shimmer. How was a supposed to have my little boy live in a house that had dirt on the floor? Fortunately, by this point, your daddy had grown accustomed to my neurotic pregnancy notions. Calmly, he reminded me how much I love Shimmer and how much she loves me. He told me that she requires us to work a little harder, but she brings us such happiness that she is worth extra effort. Then he said, "Anna, you do know that we are having a little boy. Do you know what our little boy will do? He will track dirt into our house, too." Up until that point, I had not thought about this obvious truth.

Sprout, your mommy promises to let you get dirty. In fact, I will let you play in dirt. You can dig for rolly pollies and worms. I pledge that I will delight in the mud pies that you will make just for me. You might even decide to satisfy your natural curiosity to see what dirt tastes like -- and I will try my best to refrain from freaking out and scrubbing your tiny tongue. When you are done getting soil under your finger nails and behind your ears, you will enter our house and leave a trail of dirt. Yes, letting you get dirty will mean extra cleaning for me, but it will be well worth it. Your daddy and I know that you will change our lives in a big way. We know that we will have more responsibilities than ever before and that we will have to work a bit harder as well. However, we will not mind one bit. We will let you be a little boy and we will encourage you to play, explore, and create -- even when it involves dirt. After all, that's why we have a broom!

Here's to you and to the dirt that will bring you such joy!

Love always,

Mommy

See and Celebrate

Dear Sprout,

This past December, your daddy turned 30. In order to celebrate his special day, I bought him a camera. I chose this gift because he loves photography and I knew that we could use it to take lots of pictures of you! Just a few weeks later, you and I gave him accessories to go with his camera for Christmas. I got him a tripod from Target and you got him a camera case made out of soy from Walmart! I must say Sprout, that was a pretty neat gift idea that you had!

You are going to love our house -- it reminds me of a cottage straight out of a fairytale. Although it is in a neighborhood, our little lot is filled with trees, bushes, and flowers. We have a dogwood tree, a Bradford pear tree, a plum tree, a cherry tree, tulips, and daffodils... A few weeks ago, our cherry tree was in all of her glory. Pale pink flowers covered her branches and limbs. Light breezes carried her petals and it looked as if we were having a beautiful, pink spring snow shower. Your daddy took pictures of our tree almost everyday after work.

Yesterday, as I stood on our porch and looked into our yard, I noticed that almost all of the pink blossoms had vanished. I expected them to be in scattered a circle at our tree's base, but they were not. There was no evidence that they had even existed. Now there are little green berries in their place. Although I am excited about seeing red cherries very soon, a part of me misses the flowers. Yes, they enjoyed a glorious reign, but it was very short indeed.

Sprout, you are getting ready to see amazing things. You will see brilliant fall leaves, graceful butterflies, powerful thunderstorms, and shooting stars. All of these are truly breathtaking, but all of them are also fleeting. Children seem to be better at recognizing the glory in things such as these -- but as we get older, we tend to overlook little miracles that are right in front of us. Photographs can remind us of what we have seen, but they cannot replace our first-hand experiences. Therefore, my little Sprout, be careful not to overlook even the smallest of splendors. When you skip stones, make sure to notice the resulting ripples. When you and Daddy walk through the woods, make sure to notice how squishy thick moss feels beneath your feet. If you ever find yourself in a place that seems to be bare and desolate, look closer and you will find a little something that will bring a smile to your face. Our world is a world of wonders -- don't miss a single one!


Love always,
Mommy