Lord willing, your daddy and I will meet you in just 12 short weeks. That brings about a rush of emotions that span a wide range from crushing fear to extreme excitement. Fear that I will mess up (news flash, Nicole...that's for sure going to happen), fear in the unknown, fear that I'm not well equipped to become a mom. Excited to see you for the first time, excited to hear your sweet baby coos and catch a glimpse of your precious smile for the first time, excited to see your dad become the outstanding father I know he will be.
There's a lot I don't know about becoming a mom -- I haven't picked up a single parenting book during this pregnancy and outside of typical babysitting have little to no experience with a newborn baby. What I do know, though, is that your dad and I will try our best, love you fervently and by God's grace alone will navigate the path of parenthood. We will commit to praying for you and your future consistently, we will attempt to lead by example and place inspiring and encouraging people in your life. Your dad and I will love each other deeply and keep our marriage a top priority, honoring one another as best we can even when we're running low on sleep or energy. We will do all that we can to keep you safe, healthy and happy -- though I'm certain you will feel otherwise as you grow older.
There are a lot of people who love you already, Carson, and who will be an integral network of friends and family supporting and encouraging our family along the way. I can't hardly wait to introduce you to the people who have shaped me into the woman I am today, knowing they will also help shape you into a wonderful young woman, too.
Thanks for taking it easy on me so far during this pregnancy and I encourage you to continue that pattern upon entering this world. I love you very much, sweet little girl, and am looking forward to the day I get to hold you in my arms.