Bean, today I keep wondering what you are like and who you might be. Are you more like your dad? Man, I hope so. A doppelganger of myself is scary. Will you have the same sense of humor as us? Will silly things make you laugh the way your mom laughs? Will it be loud and boisterous like me or quiet but face reddening like your dad? Will you have freckles? Will you have my long earlobes? Will you inquisitive and a researcher? Will you be a impulsive or weigh ever option? Will you grow taller than me? I hope so. Will you enjoy sleep as much as your mom or will you be a night owl like your dad?
So many questions. So many unknowns.
I have secret wishes for you. Wishes, I know I have no control over but that’s what wishes are, hopes and dreams for you. I feel selfish for wishing them. Sometimes I feel selfish for including them in my prayers so often. I know I should be happy and prayerful of your health but I suppose as a mom, or a mom-to-be, I can’t help but have desires for you.
By the way, it is totally ok not to laugh at daddy’s puns. He does it a lot. It’s cute but sometimes they’re too much.