I do not have a face to see, or put inside a frame. I do not have soft cheeks to kiss, I don't yet have a name. Not yet can you hold my tiny hands, nor whisper in my ear. It's still too soon to sing a song, or cuddle me so near. They say I should arrive on April 6, 2009, but if I'm like my dad, I'll take my sweet time. Until then, I look forward to meeting you and promise to be worth the wait. Just think of all the joy we'll know come that special day. All I ask for now, is your love and prayers as I continue to grow each passing day.
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